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She Asks for Your Tears, Not Your Toiling.

Soil is the co-relationship of matter, form, and bounded purpose, or creation, that works in the local place, that is known in and only by the local place, and that...

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Death or Life or Maybe We Missed It Entirely

Death is in a strange way with modern life and its literature and art. Life in the modern sense mirrors its own strange way and is incapable of living without...

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The River’s Pall & Autumn’s gods

The river and her morning rise does not need a name in the same way that their mist does not need our work. Human production has nothing to do with...

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Poetry or Soil Health?

The difference between the agriculturalist and the poet is the difference of definitions, really. 

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Crinkle & Crackle

Even our great Mother’s organs of sense and love now pulse ultimately through the closing arteries of her upcoming slumbers and her veins open wide to welcome the weary, winter...

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Skyborne Magicians

The clear cutters worked this landscape. Our red-tailed magician lived this landscape. 

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Two Hearts, One Gift

She did this, consciously, and she did this from the inside out. While the singular trunk of our tree worked in the wind, her heart split and two trees worked...

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Mornings & Kicking Clay

That is the magnificence of our marvelous world, if we become ecstatic enough to want to see it. Like drinking under the morning mist or planting the storied memories of our migratory lives...

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Dingle, Dingle, Dangle

Dingle dingle dangle, the moss its grasp entangles. Dingle dingle dangle, its age our life and spangle. The lapping shores were our lapis, the wind-swept sea our limit. Dingle dingle dangle, the...

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