So to the sea, to the sea Where I sent my dreams I went to that shifting shore to gather them back to meThose hopes taking the shapes ofAbandoned spidery exoskeletons, bladder wracks and worn glassAll at my feet once more for the takingExquisite things, new with salt memories and feelings of vast expanses…
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Celebrate the little
One new blog subscriber. One sip of Mezcal.Two days of getting it right for once.Two baked potatoes in foil.…
an impossibility
i am the ass beaten for seeing beaten for knowing beaten for my halting steps beaten for my dread awe of what is there there in the moment there just ahead on the path yet there is the stick coming down again drumming my hide for more action and i must go forward or bear …