Poetry: Morning Glories

Morn­ing Glo­ries –Mary Oliv­er From White Pine Blue and dark-blue     rose and deep­est rose         white and pink they are every­where in the dili­gent     corn­field ris­ing and sway­ing         in their reli­able fin­ery in the lit­tle     fling of their bod­ies their         gear and tack­le all…

A Day of Rest

And damn, did we need it! shad­owkatt and I, that is. Now that we have three run­ning vehi­cles again, we’ve been catch­ing up with lots of things that were resched­uled dur­ing the trans­porta­tion drought. The girl is tack­ing the bow tie…

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