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Sometimes you hear a voice through the door calling you, as fish out of water hear the waves, or a hunting falcon hears the […]
Sometimes you hear a voice through the door calling you, as fish out of water hear the waves, or a hunting falcon hears the […]
Not the Ginsberg “howl” not the hootin’ and hollerin’ howl, but an eager craving rippin’ through spent leaves, howl awake and wild, soft nerves on fire. An
Ravens The sky is sharp today, Mother The trees wave wildly in the wind but there are no clouds in the sky to push around. I thought I
Have You Ever Tried to Enter the Long Black Branches by Mary Oliver Have you ever tried to enter the long black branches of other lives— tried to imagine
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