Some are blonde. Some are brunette. Some are redheads.
Some have braces. A few have freckles.
The parents stand on street corners. They organize search teams. 83 more words
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Excerpt From CATTLE EGRET
— by Simeon Dumdum, Jr.
You’re riding on a carabao
(Oh, what a day and what a life)
As birds would settle on a bough… 106 more words
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The Green Road is taking self to some very unexpected places. Such as: New York City, 1991. Which turned out to be a watershed year for self as well. 129 more words
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Writing about Mount Shasta:
When I first caught sight of it over the braided folds of the Sacramento Valley, I was fifty miles away and afoot, alone and weary.
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Beginning to read a new fan fiction by Amelia Day (an alias, of course), and it begins with a quote from F. Butler:
Nothing is infinite, not even loss. 16 more words
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A creature must grow
From the seedbed of nothing
and more than one turns up
under the design of an angry star,
under a troubled and bad moon. 16 more words
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Fragments of self
This is the Green Man that oversees my garden, courtesy of a local artist.
I knew he had to be there as soon as I laid eyes on him, but I didn’t know much about his origins, apart from a vague association with pre-Christian beliefs. 932 more words
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