In this edgeless weather the light blunts to grey. If not for lovers and birds the day would seem a …

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Rife with promise and evidence of this world the air is infused with resin, balsam, woodchips.   Here amidst the …

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Learning to live with the immediacy of small birds, or windswept trees stretched to the breaking point. In the sudden …

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We used to run through the orange grove eyes shut tight, arms churning, trying to think like bats. Pretend to …

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A lamentation for the coming of the light… The day comes on, relentless in its rising. The bedroom reeks of …

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It is a charcoal sketch of a day.   A black swirl of starlings -one mind, one pulse, swing, turn, dart …

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