May 2013
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Dearest DARLING!
Under zero circumstances are you allowed to click on the following link. LUCKILY, we have such a beautiful, loving, trusting relationship, that I realized that I didn’t have to worry about keeping it secret. So, for the benefit of all my other followers, here is the link to my Eden Project/all the slow and tedious work that I am doing on our camper.
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U.S. Railroad Atlas
‘Ello loves! I’ve been getting quite a few requests for train hopping information. The train culture seems to pride itself on being shrouded in secrecy/elitism. And, while I don’t really use this too often, I think it’s a great source of information for riders, railfans and hopefuls-alike. My friend put it together a while ago and since it’s out and about on...
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Everything now is gold and blue.
The milk thistle dried up on the hillside,
honeysuckle sweet on my tongue,
but not close enough to the chamomile.
With bear hands I grab hold of what I have
and attempt to call it freedom.
I say this in a lisp, in a whisper,
in the secret Tongues of Spirit.
With bare feet I trod and tread,
kneel and kiss,
till the ground until the Earthworms come up
and...
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so I looked into the pink, purple sunset
and saw only Cowiche Canyon flowers.
I saw all the different ways that my body fits with yours
and we create music and dancing.
How the g-ds can create color out of dry land and atmosphere.
I looked at my palms and found them wanting.
They are too calloused.
They are too lonely, without your hand to hold.
They do not even remember how to wrap their...
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The Unknown Expedition: The fat of the land →
theunknownexpedition:
The skin of gopher is nothing like snake. With snake, there are edges, the venom, a cold simplicity. Gopher is fat. I pull it up through my palms until they leech together, the pink salt of my hands and the clean fat of the skin. My nose works like a switchblade. I can smell the small pride of …
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Much better this way
There was a time when I was graced with wings.
Two sets. Four wings.
They were not mine.
They were Tabukeh and Siskiyou’s
and could only be called that by scientific definition.
When they first arrived
they were molty twigs that stuck out
from their mangy bodies
with little holes for mouths and throats that only begged for food.
I pretended that the sound of wanting food was the...
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Kelly Hawkins Photography →
Met a lovely girl/made a new sister/friend in Austin, Texas a year-ish or so back when I was traveling through. Just found out that she will be coming to the Northwest soon to continue her Life journey and was reminded about a mini-hitchhike adventure that she documented. It can be found under Portfolios -> Maps & Narrow Escapes. Kelly Hawkins Photography specializing in unconventional...
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welllllllllll, it's been two straight weeks and...
burning sage to feel better
while the sky moves down in shades
from blue to black
moving down to me
from blue and back
caught in the throat
with the pavement that I have become familiar with
bicycle tires neverending in front of me
the days are spent feeding greedy mouthed birds
and trimming ever growing shrubs&trees
coming “home” to find sleep
and repeat, repeat
if I...
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April 2013
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by the time I touch your face
we will have been separated twice
by a full moon Mother.
On the Full Crow Moon
I swam naked in Crescent Lake.
Talked to the fish, moss and reflected images
of mountains much wiser than I am.
The crystal on my neck carried with it the G-dlight
and I had not let it go
until the envelope.
That last stamp was the first time I have put my trust
in the...
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“My worst habit is I get so tired of winter
I become a torture to those...”
– Rumi
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i’m not
here.
a cup of cats milk on the back porch
little babes
expanding their borders to the corner park,
the roof of my house,
the yards on every side.
i saw a wildflower today
the skull of a field mouse
and a swooping swallow dancing in the light.
i became a two story circus
and received smiles instead of sneers.
how funny perspective is.
The farthest I have traveled in...
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Give me the peices of yourself that have broken
cracked or feel as if they are failing
I have been doing puzzles with my grandmother
and am getting better at putting things back together
clench your fists at dawn and meet the new light
without feeling sorry for the State of things
We can only control so much.
Hold on to the much you have been given
and become a steam engine by noon.
Let...
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let me believe in you
like the test of Time
learning to ebb and flow through this ocean of
yesterday today tomorrows
this infinite Now that we are swimming inside of
can you too breathe underwater? or feel how the Moon pulls on us like a string?
driftwood marionette of a Blue Heron dancing
on the Jesus water
not afraid to look away
fully becoming the Soul?
if there is a chance there...
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I have now been to jail, for three very short periods, in my life.
I have also only worn flip flops three times.
That is only three times out of 28 times around the Sun
and many of the men I met in there
have worn flip flops for many times around the Sun
and have ceased to pay attention to days
who speak only in 6 month intervals
and about how Sgt. Cole has switched from graveyard shifts...
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my smile looks just like the moon
when it won’t shine back
lacks the right reflection
colors conveluted
I am re-learning the art of new Discovery.
counting down the letters of the words
of the sentences
until i can create a Whole.
Today,
I road the orange bicycle that has yet to be rhymed with anything
to the 3 o’clock train
so that I could kiss her on the lips
and...
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in the Beginning
there was Light
a deep birth
soul being
little piece of something something
it came across my frame of vision
i saw it in a dream
maybe
i could have been drunk
i don’t remember.
listen instead to the word flow
of the river coming out of my stomach
i am trying to be Thristy.
this Body is a shell now.
I am cracking the surface,
discovering barnacles (ew!,...
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you’re my favorite cover
the books we’re told not to judge
but I have read them
and the cover was right
tell my the symphony of your bones
so I can listen to music - not the sounds of telephones
ringing, dumpster trucks dumping or the rooster next door
who has never known freedom.
i get to go to jail on thursday morning.
forty-eight hours,
which is made up of even numbers...
