Fall Harvest Moon Working with the poetry of Gertrude Stein. Tough stuff. She does break. Through the usual patterns. […]
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“You don’t need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows.” -Bob Dylan
Fall Harvest Moon “Earth in warmest period in 1,400 years, global climate panel says.” […]
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Fall Harvest Moon We’ve had at least two break-ins here over the last week or so. Both during the day. So when […]
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Fall Harvest Moon Breakfast at Keys. In Spring Lake Park. Mark (soon t0 be Mario again) Odegard and I […]
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dictionaryofobscuresorrows: liberosis n. the desire to care less about things—to loosen your grip on your life before you reach the end zone, to stop glancing behind you every few steps, afraid that someone will snatch it from you—rather to hold your life loosely and playfully, like a volleyball, keeping it in the air, with only quick […]
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Fall Harvest Moon Another late lesson. Or, perhaps better, a lesson only incompletely grasped, now more fully understood. Learning, difficult […]
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Fall Harvest Moon Another half gallon or so of red and golden raspberries, the last carrots, […]
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Fall Harvest Moon Michaelmas is here, the springtime of the soul. This is a new entry for the […]
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Fall Harvest Moon Rain. Creates a hole up in the burrow and sleep, slowdown sort of feeling. We went out for a […]
Read the rest of this entry »Fall Harvest Moon from Mother Jones “The Republican Party is bending its entire will, staking its very soul, fighting to […]
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