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You hang over me
with shoulders twisted
like an oak tree
kneeling on my shore.

I am fierce and moving
death like debris,
my lids are heavy with mud. 52 more words


Let them contribute

By Lana M.

I am learning, first hand, the importance of exchange. Time and time again, when there are revolts, tantrums and strikes from a child to an adult, it stems from a lack of contribution. 1,384 more words


One (Flow) field to rule them all

I love it when in the course of an average day you have that moment when the light bulb gets turned to on, the heavens part and there in front of you is something new and exciting. 370 more words


it just flows

they way you cook

and the way you write

and the way you glide

and talk

all in a rhythm

as if the globe had taken… 48 more words


Song of the Swale

I’ll sing you a song of the sweet river Swale,

That flows so swiftly through old Swaledale,

By cottage and castle and grey Richmond town, 127 more words