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survivor guilt – February 26

2.26.2018 in wartime guns rattle, ied’s level the guys next to you, and some come home in pieces, while others in only guises and varieties of a whole.   why me, why not me why them, and I’m still here … Continue reading

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the owl swoops – May 25

5.25.2017 the owl swoops a snake in its talons   at the pond geese train their goslings to follow in line   families felons predators prey   all doing what they must to live another day. ===================

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mister mallard – April 6

4.6.2017 mister male mallard sits on the muskrat house warming his eggs   missus is missing but no matter it’s a deal between them   and the eggs will survive. ——————

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after the storm – July 5

7.5.2016 pumpkin orange sky spooky light, clear blue from the west, while eastward dark still hovers in obsession.   we hid down in the sauna basement the dog tucked into the inner bathroom until things rolled through   and then … Continue reading

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visitation – March5

3.5.2016 rage at double mindedness required for survival   pain at virgin hopes ripped by social grasp   pain, anguish, story, madness. visitation of the owl. ————–

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slaughter weight – February 19

2.19.2014 watching steps and tastes taking care to enjoy yet not overindulge   so simple to say, so long unworked, the years adding   pounds to inches to sighs and persistence of thighs   until the scales and pain say … Continue reading

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rose sided tea pot – February 7

2.7.2014 rose sided tea pot chipped top edge family heirloom like the rest of us   useful but used. —————-

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weather watching – January 3

1.3.14 weather watcher rushes through. forty seven high, tomorrow three below.   fifty degrees in twelve hours. hello. what part of winter did we miss.   today the long under wear was in hibernation tomorrow I am. —————————–

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in the coulee – April 2

4.2 Train line end, four miles past. Mud road flat, so flat forever, wind blowing hard like damnation coming across plains rather than welcome. But it was to be home. Work the land five year, and it is yours.   … Continue reading

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