roots of something real….

“What is your deal?  I mean,  how can you be so up?” Anyone ever asked you that? I don’t deny ugliness and injustice, oppression and cruelty and horror, that the false walks around puffed up and defiant and honored often as genuine and good, that leaders often lie and the lonely often hide and the walls we keep between…

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the soft soil of eden….

Hello Summer just begun and year half done, large friendly hum of the warm breath of morning, a freshborn season for loving and squeezing, and drinking deep of long days turned ripe and jeweled like the pearly mounds of berries at the farm stand fresh picked and still mottled with earth hello rolling skies and silky rays painting dusk…

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feathers in the sand…

I left it alone in the corner for awhile,  my guitar. Well,  for 7 years or so,  maybe a little more. I just stopped playing after the operation that left my arm gimpy and a dull  mad settled down inside. I learned to use scissors again and then paint and doodle and even dig and…

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feathers in the sand…

I left it alone in the corner for awhile,  my guitar. Well,  for 7 years or so,  maybe a little more. I just stopped playing after the operation that left my arm gimpy and a dull  mad settled down inside. I learned to use scissors again and then paint and doodle and even dig and…

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