Welcoming The Fall

In his book, The Unsettling of America, Agrarian philosopher and poet Wendell Berry discusses at length the virtue of “the Fall” as an initiating device. He has a marvelous interpretation of a scene in Shakespeare’s King Lear wherein the blinded Earl of Gloucester is led to the edge of a cliff by Edgar, his estranged […]

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Dragon’s Breath

Flashback:  Thinking about the way it felt to be next to you last December. I remember cupping my mouth onto your shoulder and neck in an “O” shape and blowing hard, so that my hot breath was pushed through the cotton of your cardigan and oozed across your skin like warm honey. Sometimes just being […]

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Untamed

[ “Give me a wildness whose glance no civilization can endure…” -Henry David Thoreau ] There is something in me of savagery. I feel it, gripping in my chest, caught in my throat, A cold wind whispering on my shoulders sending chills down my back like streaks on cheekbones of black sap and ash. I […]

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Makeshift Cosmos

Skin is the most beautiful barrier that I know of. On the coast of Belgium, I strip bare and let my dignity disperse with the wind. I taste freedom, ether dribbling down chin. I let my bare feet splay like cats claws on the beach. Always, I am full to the brim with the inheritance of my […]

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The Digitalis Project

>> “Digitalis |ˌdijiˈtalis| (noun): a drug prepared from the dried leaves of foxglove and containing substances (notably digoxin and digitoxin) that stimulate the heart muscle. It is used…ORIGIN late 18th cent.: from the modern Latin genus name of the foxglove, from digitalis (herba)‘(plant) relating to the finger,’ from digitus ‘finger, toe’; suggested by German Fingerhut ‘thimble or foxglove.’” [New Oxford American Dictionary] Digitalis, drug obtained from the dried leaves of the common foxglove […]

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Entrez Vouz

“Every poet who is writing has love poems. More accurately, every person EVER has love poems – even if they haven’t written them down, there are bound to be love poems and little scrawled notes of hopes and dreams, stacked up inside of them, like old newspapers lining the hallways of a hoarders apartment, waiting to […]

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