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Roots System Hardiness

Minneapolis, zone 4 more so than 5. New York City, 7. Only odd ones get full excavation treatment for this reassembled world. Don’t forget tonight’s hard working crooner, guitar string shredder. Buy the music for now and for another night, … Continue reading

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25 December 2010

Varnished giclée prints drop her onto an old farmstead’s surround with pronounced trees and roots. She is relieved not to be the only one who needs a public place to be open today—one besides a church, or cineplex. She’s more … Continue reading

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The Sighting

Cold trapped beneath redwoods outside the Henry Miller Memorial Library doesn’t deter me from standing against evening grain to see you straight ahead performing. I know that sound of aching beauty won’t last. I only wish those graceful branches could … Continue reading

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River Salvation

Three turtles on the back of a fallen wish bone branch, I’m looking down  river  again. The chain of lakes does not captivate. Without an ocean,  my roots  go thirsting for a source deep in the mud. Home  is wherever … Continue reading

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Urban Element (Day 2,727)

You make my hair curl around a yearning for a straighter path. Deep beneath  the streets you go to rescue these roots from those utilities. The rinse is never  final. Four men in suits cross over without looking in both … Continue reading

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Pervious

Farmers market stalls in newly arrived cold. She would crawl into a Silva  Cell to live among the roots she never got to touch before going  to hell and back with a pail of structural soil. Would step  over pervious … Continue reading

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Unsung Of

I am the outlier toward a route, I am the proclivity toward disbanding communes.  I am the lock picked and forgotten on the storm door, I am longing itself plucked and mounted on the den wall.  I am without heteronyms, … Continue reading

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