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"This process leads me to places that, for me, are mysterious. I am curious about this rescinding of control. It usurps any belief I may have had that I know what I’m doing."

“It's not what a poem says with its mouth, it's what a poem does with its eyes.”

-- Mary Ruefle via @stonecirclerev

Bring Me to Life.

"The Long Walk

Under begrimed skies, walks an old woman, haggard,
Down a misty spookwegen, past gravestones she staggers.
Not knowing the wirricows watch and they wait,
Her thanatopsis already ghost written by fate."

--@thedevilstuna

Picking fruit during the Golden Hour.