Especially when the sun barely rises above the horizon.
Somewhere in the winter ahead.
Category: Wild Card
In an archaeology of imagination
It was a place meant to be worked by horses.
A covered bridge just down the hill.
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On into unending depth
Hoping we can swim
On into unending depth
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Outfall No. 5
Outfall No. 7
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when art was tribal
not commercial
rightly communal
a fish for your thoughts
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V-GULL
C-GULL
BUKSNORT
Bucksport
Trust me on this
Some promises are fulfilled.
Some are broken.
Some go up in smoke.
What would life be without them?
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typography / strong oral projection
the swash or curl, inflection / topography
always leave room for error
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down to the aged oak
barrel bottom
twilight river
rosy, rolling
fish leap
then it’s down
like a shot
in one swallow
Jnana's Red Barn 