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Tag Archives: rain of apples
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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blooming
the world is made of wildflowers and you and i bloom in it. or maybe i am made of wildflowers and you bloom in me. or it’s the sun, and we lay open, exposed and vulnerable, hearts beating, breath drawn … Continue reading
i put down roots
i put down roots as easy as breathing. fine filaments tangling, binding up the soil wherever i stop. i have roots left in houses, towns, ecologies i’ve left behind– and some in places i’ve never been, borne there like potted … Continue reading
edges burn more readily
edges burn more readily than centers. setting an edge alight is a simple matter, though putting it out again may not be, if it is inclined towards fire, incendiary, interested in burning. the center doesn’t light so well unless you … Continue reading