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Under the casuarinas
these mottled shadows mark a middle day when even buzzing flies do not distract and all the senses into calm contract all who are wise seek shelter from the ray desiring to keep head and heart intact … more →
Half Way Tree
under the casuarinas
fledgist wrote 10 months ago: these mottled shadows mark a middle day when even buzzing flies do not distract and all the senses i … more →
what the boy saw
fledgist wrote 11 months ago: a sluggish snake of water in morass black against vulgar green and very slow the map names it broad … more →
listening in january
fledgist wrote 11 months ago: trumpets that echo vainly in the grey chilly slow moving winter afternoon call to us hiding each in … more →
fledgist wrote 11 months ago: you think i have forgotten what was said along the way and lost the count of years in all our rushi … more →
semaphore
fledgist wrote 12 months ago: signals that are delayed upon the hill remind us of a time when we were young and many discords we … more →
proud refusal
fledgist wrote 1 year ago: a single maple leaf is hanging on in dumb defiance of the dying year on this calm street the autumn … more →
boundary of time
fledgist wrote 1 year ago: a single moment and we see the shade vanish abruptly as the sun appears night seems to caution but … more →
a simple matrix
fledgist wrote 1 year ago: those who mean well end up not knowing much our very reason in the end rebels at what are simple b … more →
so now applause
fledgist wrote 1 year ago: the age of miracles is not yet past we see the light and are constrained to weep at finding out th … more →
herding in the tropics
fledgist wrote 1 year ago: a sudden torrent washes out the road my father speaks of an all-island rain as little lakes expand … more →
virtues
fledgist wrote 1 year ago: truth is best found in small silent places you find at last the finer goods you seek and learn tha … more →
at home the green remains
fledgist wrote 1 year ago: so many trees in full and golden leaf this changing season as the days turn cold birds have gone s … more →
a sort of wager
fledgist wrote 1 year ago: this is the place where odd and even meet in point of fact there is a choice of gloom in how and w … more →
no proper patience
fledgist wrote 1 year ago: we listen for the names of all our dead keeping no track of any passing time for them there is no … more →
after reading
fledgist wrote 1 year ago: now i am older than my vanished friend words reach across and do not hesitate i cannot think what … more →
no clear omission
fledgist wrote 1 year ago: you miss the moment when we have to turn out of our place of safety and run free to find a simple … more →
a list of the names
fledgist wrote 1 year ago: it does not matter that the guard is set once past the gate you don’t care what is there sin … more →
past revision
fledgist wrote 1 year ago: if we mistake our wisdom for true fact we end up in the soup and no mistake that is the way to give … more →
at a simple line
fledgist wrote 1 year ago: we reach the limit of the clearly known so many fools have seen this place before and we are ready … more →
