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…

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…

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