Month: June 2026
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It is
the curling black wick of a tea candle, softened with time and shiny gold threads leading me nowhere it’s the cheap, blue pencil sharpener whose blades give points to some and chew deep divots in the rest it’s rock stacks and dried flowers; my god is it rock stacks & dried flowers whose lines layer…
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It feels like summer
but it isn’t slow mornings and extra sunlight early entry to the most talked about concerto, of the year The red-butted bumblebees are kissing raspberry flowers again last Sunday, I witnessed the inaugural flight of our beloved backyard Monarch The kids have popped up their red & gray, sleeps-4-tent beside the undergrown strawberries and the ripe breakfast radish It isn’t summer yet but…
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