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[stich]

dead wolf block
three in the afternoon, minus 4 and falling,
first day in what they called the promised land
loaded with soon to be dead timber, 
trespassing on clear cut graves,
through the swamp, over the living rabid homes,
snow begins to pile over  the already frozen sphagnum
wrists begin to raw but the shoulder in the real concern,
remember the

Comments

[jascha]

1. six kilometer walk-in = wow. and a boat the next day? novel.
2. i love that you used the word 'obloquy' in a poem
3. the love poem is yours? sounds like a blues song, kind of...

planting season in ontario must've ended earlier this month, unless they've changed the laws. i hope you planted yourself a fortune and managed to not give yourself any injuries.

[judithiscariot]

tracy chapman.

[jascha]

ah.

[judithiscariot]

now i have to go dig up that cd...

[squeegibo]

Were you sleeping outside? I love and hate those mornings when it's so cold your snot is frozen while you're still in bed, especially when you know it's about to get hot and nasty.

Glad to hear you're back.

[kira_lynn]

what should we do when we have too much?
burn it.

[ozzuii7]

I'm alone and online Go Here welcomemyhomecat.blogspot.com