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Tag Archives: farming
predation
i forgive myself for choosing to be a predator. for sharp teeth and an active imagination. for killing my meat, in an age when killing is a luxury, not a need. i forgive myself for raising birds to be slaughtered, … Continue reading
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Tagged cycles, farming, meat, rain of apples, the complex heart
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an irrigated field
it smells like rain or an irrigated field and tonight i have both and new love besides.
Posted in house by the river, poems
Tagged farming, house by the river, love, polyamory
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your ideal girl
i’m in love with the hydrologic cycle, and i can take apart a live chicken, dance half-naked in moonlight and firelight, build a wall, plant a tree, recognize the difference between a covenant with you and a contract with the … Continue reading
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avoidance
my hands are hardening as my heart softens. i try to hurry the process and things tear. blisters rise and sting. i bruise too easily, fall too fast. the massive cottonwoods humble and reduce me. i get small, laying on … Continue reading
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Tagged farming, house by the river, love, spiders, the complex heart
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letter home
garden catalog came today. we planted peas this week in the windy sunshine, kale & carrots. put in the spring poultry order– 47 chickens and 20 heritage turkeys, lean & dark & juicy, shipped in a raucous box next week. … Continue reading
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Tagged farming, gardening, house by the river, love
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Grandfather’s Farm: A Eulogy
I should have asked you to teach me how to sharpen a shovel, change the oil in my car, milk a cow, grow buckwheat. Instead we fought, all down the years, till I moved far away and let distance do … Continue reading
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Tagged antiques, change, eulogy, family, farming, house by the river
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