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young and tough – September 3

9.3.2016 drawn face shows the stress   of long days into nights of work   young and tough is the assumption   but human nevertheless. —————-

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performance fatigue – January 4

1.4.2016 one more prep to write and tout   one more plane to fly on out   one more talk to shout about.   performance fatigue. ============== a day at home without a step out to store work or office … Continue reading

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mister squirrel

2.3.2015 mister squirrel on the window sill the pouch of his mouth stuffed full with a winter shell saved up in barn heaps ‘till now when it is time to reap the benefit of his advanced planning. ————————

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amish men raised barns – November 9

11.9.2014 amish men raised barns and the community came together   work, solidarity, skill, care, pride, sharing across time.   now a mailbox carves our territory. first a choice then a stake.   family gathering as if any excuse to … Continue reading

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yard work – October 22

10.22.2014 muscles slightly sore eyes shining bright, yard work a good day. ———————

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harvest home – October 28

10.28 full moon cool night, frost dusting across long languid farm field hills, stubble filled now, while mother earth begins her fallow rest.   along the way steam rises from the yet warm soil, first winter’s chill shifting into gear, … Continue reading

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pulling out summer’s weeds – September 27

9.27 pulling out summer’s weeds, crop, mixed veggies, to free the soil for a winter breath.   the soils roil and roll, sift and smother, indentations marking where the spade dives under   to separate, chop, cleave, roots that cling. … Continue reading

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we do what we need to do – May 14

5.14 Weathered hands, mid calf deep in the water. Placerville, panning, keening at stream silt edges for a glimpse of gold. A flake, a niggly pebble that might show a flash. Day after day, all day, screening through ones fingers … Continue reading

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