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Those tenacious tendrils
Squash plants: how the tendrils cling fiercely to the nearest thing persistently insinuating yet with the merest touch. Climbing up the chain link fence their daintiness is all pretense the weight they hold – it makes no sense! They’re strong as Jean Valjean. Melons, gourds, meaty orange Hubbards will soon be resting in our cupboards… Read more
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Mabelline the dancing queen
was real sweet, she didn’t mean to make a mess, but when she saw the earth, she couldn’t stop her paw from digging down and shovelling up mountains of the rich, wet stuff until the plant sagged toward the ground and silt and soil piled all around. Then, with her tail puffed up for joy,… Read more
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When Hazel was a kitten, she
would climb the drapes, wanting to see what life looked like from up above. It wasn’t mischief, it was love! of exploration and adventure. And folks, here’s where I should mention: Haze was born into a barn, where climbing things could do no harm and walking on the rafters was the favourite pastime of her… Read more
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Sleep, child
Sleep, child. Night is here. Moon spills soft light, shadows rest, and crickets sing. Dream. _____________________ Read more
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Silence
Delving into the body I lose my voice. Months ago I knew how to enter the profound place where words are formed, where they pulse, where their autonomic rhythms continue to beat after they leave my brain – just as the heart, transplanted, does not depend on the human organism but sustains itself travelling from… Read more
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Break the walls
The outdoors with its careless wings and scavenging feet invades through the brick and wood and breathing spaces of my July home. Hidden passageways open their secret doors: grasses, crumbs, and damp dark spaces compel the frontier crossers, oblivious to my imagined boundaries. Sheep come through the rail fence spiders decorate the ceiling corners ants… Read more
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