— wool woman in the mornings wool woman reply to the sun; “sun”, she says as it comes in to being on the horizon at noon wool woman is wearing a big brimmed hat, gaze at the rim where sun came up and replies to noon; “heat”, she says as it conquer her and slay her onto the landscape towards evenings wool woman rises her self up, leave another outline of her burned shape and stretch her limbs as animal after siesta; “resurrection”, she replies at night the thick dark is ointment for repeat wool woman sleep in her amniotic…
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08.27.2019
recognize accents; thick local american (and utes, paiute, goshute) tourists too. then receiving the (communion of) light then the deafening pain of rejection recalling the dead departed; the ones who went on with others what can be trusted; the breath, the breath the breath and that time passes leaves traces deliver you at your mountains of sorrow to hike; ascenting; a solitary creature vertiginous as if leisurely slow; dizzying/dismembering sights and abysses, and what else can you do than take it all in; bask in the beauty of being among the living
07.26.2019
mirth zealand’s orchards failing this year, from late frost in may. then heatwave — even still/especially; (pay attention to) the mirth of basking in this sphere, together
07.06.2019
— yes, i am. got jellyfish stings high up on inner thighs while swimming this evening, didn’t see invertebrate cause of sun’s low reflection in water; pain and felt such longing for arctic water in the fjords, perceived; endless friendly, endless gentle miss it, miss the light, miss moving, miss whales, miss dreaming of whales. trying to focus on nice things here like; swifts diving in air, scent of blooming linden or loved one’s happy faces inside restless restless, waiting for this landing to end and leaving for the desert which is also an ocean of pleasure. once a friend at navajo nation said; “i like it everywhere” –…
06.02.19
yes, strawberry river this morning — a phoebe followed a falcon. the birds were on the east side. there were warblers too and many western wood-pewees moving through new electric air joyously hawking
03.29.2019
sagebrush birds: soothe then fled and feathers catch light — these sagebrush natives faithful, to specific sites recur year after year especially if — and their song composed of elements specifically for vast windy steppe— their patterns and frequencies carrying well in open landscape without degrading
03.21.2019
— saw sanderling take off from egg island this afternoon amongst. many swallows on power lines happy spring everyone
09.12.2018
— we found palm warblers. birds was feeding by the corpse of trees south of water. were moving in the understory. then reappeared, to fly off to the north little blue heron at sand hollow too
06.17.2018
1 at vende tilbage besøgende halt, til alt andet fuldt 2 at løvet er tungere end det er til at bære 3 at luften slæber mod genstande. klæber til huden der ældes; saltvand; middagshede; tab 4 at heroppe kravler bænkebidere over sengen edderkoppeafkom hænger i klaser og spredes i mylder 5 at tid kravler gennem vener og bleger billeder på nethinde 6 at sandbund er dækket af østersskaller hver deres egen verden
03.29.18
in this spring of the bird white-crowned, white-throated, anyone miles on end, swedes lane is barely passable from snow drift. still, birds are here. blooming blessed strength and so will we
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