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Some words from Basho
Amidst the splendor of the scene,
and the silence
I was filled with a wonderful peace.
–Basho
from Morning Mist
Thoreau and Basho Through the Seasons by Mary Kullberg, 1993
Break
Taking a blog break for a little while. Be well and safe, see you soon.
Ferocity
she was a wild and tangled mass of ferocity
Art
nature is art
She Was
she was made happy by the sun,
and the dawning night,
the sprouting greens in the garden,
and the laughter of everyone around her
30 years on
you were then, the age i am now–
i think about this in the dark and
scoop your image from my memory–
your young children will be grown,
your hair, fully silver–
of course when i meet you in my dream later that night,
we are as we were–
and i am desired once again
Lovely Things
the sound of a page turning
ceramic creamers
silver glitter
coffee on a cold morning
ice in a glass
handwritten letters in the mail
snow in january and in february
beads and bangles
green on a grey winter day
the space between night and morning
these words: zephyr, qi & jezebel
Lines from a non-existant novel
that was the year i drowned
Thoroughwort
these are the weeds she would have removed and i love them all the more for their potent life force, their brilliant defiance
spanishwoods 