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Unacknowledged until now,I am cared for by you.You, because you see my sunReflected off your sea,And see the shadowy shapesSwimming about in my depths. You with your sunshine,You with your … more
I remember that it hurt–looking at her for the first time hurt.The invisible stars faded away leaving only smoky rooms and the smell of lies.Now she’s a sharp rock at the bottom of a … more
A cigarette hangs from her lips; the burnt ash refuses to drop and she squints to protect her pale cornflower blue eyes from the smoke that rises behind her large frame plastic glasses. Wearing … more
these snow-sumptuous and barren vegetable beds remind me of the coming heat, the gritty sun beatthe fruit flower, green leaves, the canning steam and i wonder how much we will need by summer’s … more
“Politics is an organized, publically sanctioned amplification of the infantile itch to always have one’s own way.”— Tom Robbins, “What Is Art and If We Know What Art … more
July 27ththe Universe’s longest dayI feel it will this day never end I asked myselfUranusI reply July 28th the usual dronelanguidly sits on the usual bench the arresting officeranswers … more
Excerpted from: “717 Hemlock Street: The Empiricist Conversation from Locke to Gödel,” a novel by Tommy Saxophone John and I sat on the porch on attached movie theater seats John … more
Pick up a newspaper, turn on the t.v.,look at the mirror of our lives:another newborn thrown in a garbage can,another bomb blown by the terrorist hand,listen to the radio, listen to the streetsof … more
I’m talking about Dirt.Clean Dirt.Dirt you smell,Loving the aroma.Dirt you get under your fingernails,And don’t mind going to bed with.I’m talking about farm Dirt.Nature’s … more
I walk early in the morningat first light, the sun in promise.I move into the world a blank slate,listen to the soundsaware of the smellsopen to the surprisesof the awakening earthjoining the scene … more
The earth had settled after brewing for ages,simmering down to a rich, black soil ready to drawthe very best from seed placed within its shallow furrows.They stretched like rows on a chenille … more
  When I established full-time residency in this rustic rural area nearly five years ago, I didn’t take into account all four seasons. My lifelong acquaintance with Sullivan County … more
Vision.Plan.Decisions—flowers, tree,how, when, where.Dig, plant, water, mulch, weed.Care,care. Drought may take it,or rot—too much rain.Caring will remainin my hands, seeds sown, … more
As you digMore and moreA variety of thingsIs in there galore From rocks to trashTo seltzer cansTo wooden chairsAnd frying pans From roots to bugsAnd mysterious thingsOr you may even findSome … more
till, sow, weed, harvesthands gloriously dirtytending life more
Grandpa knew dirt. The son of feudal farmers, he was born into it and was one with it. He knew its language and listened to what it asked for. He didn’t have words like carbon, nitrogen, … more
The edge of winter is fading asPatches of white melt to brown.Throw open doors and windows toBreathe in the changing air.In grey mornings of early springTrudge the mud to work the fields.Speed the … more
I fold the wealth of compost against the grainof impoverished earth that is my flower bedof spoiled seeds. I till the green gold of pistachio shells, coffee grounds and filters, celery tips, onion … more
Although I’m in recovery now, I was glad I was still drinking the Thanksgiving Day after my parent’s divorce. My brother and I decided to invite them to a celebration at his house. We … more
Weeding wet gardens,sweat pours from pores, drips from tips,and calls mosquitoes. more
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