I am in here.
I have just come back from an attempt to get out before the worst of our “worst blizzard of the year” falls in earnest, and stock up on those ever-mysterious and never fully defined “staples” at whichever grocery store I happened upon first. People never remember that it’s almost never as bad as “they” say … Continue reading Evacuating! Running for my life and all that.
Nobody told me! How come nobody told me that Kombucha is fermented? Gargh! I would have poured it down the drain were it not supposed to be fairly helpful with cancer and health stuff.
Have me in the blue and the sun. Have me on the open sea and the mountains. When I go into the grass of the sea floor, I will go alone. This is where I came from—the chlorine and the salt are blood and bones. It is here the nostrils rush the air to the … Continue reading Have Me
Poetry is the journal of a sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. — Carl Sandburg
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