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Slices of agate set in an iron web.  Lots of kitsch around today:  wind chimes, dreamcatchers,  oil-burners. After awhile you learn to live with it. By the time you get home  you already miss it.
Slices of agate set in an iron web. Lots of kitsch around today: wind chimes, dreamcatchers, oil-burners. After awhile you learn to live with it. By the time you get home you already miss it.
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Repeat of a refrain,  over  and over  again.  Made on earth, not of earth  I take stock, stand on stairs  aware/not aware of dust  under my feet as I cast  about for the old music  that is less instant  and has to be worked at  over  and over  again  before...
Repeat of a refrain, over and over again. Made on earth, not of earth I take stock, stand on stairs aware/not aware of dust under my feet as I cast about for the old music that is less instant and has t...
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With a coal black stove pipe beard and a claret red shirt to complement his breath, Gilbert led me onto the forest and showed me my first crab apple tree. Of course, I'd seen these trees many times before, but being a fe...
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Red Shuttleworth accepts the 2016 Western Heritage (Wrangler) Award for Outstanding Poetry Book Woe to the Land Shadowing (Blue Horse Press, Redondo Beach, CA) on April 16, 2016 at the Western Heritage Awards Banquet at ...
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Thank you, Jonathan.  The National Cowboy & Western Heritage Museum in Oklahoma City is the cathedral of Western Culture.  A remarkable weekend.
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Dinner, a lamb chop baked in white wine with a sprig of rosemary that might have belonged to a witch changed the shape of my teeth first there was a tooth then there wasn’t All evening I probed the space with my tongue not...
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Of all the diversions, I never thought that I'd relish a visit to the sewing machine shop. The rain has been that cruel a jailer. We make a run for it in our black car. Not only are we rushing through the rain to visi...
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The Buzzard
The buzzard waits in his tobacco colours hunches on the grey rim of a galvanised trough. Waits and watches like a judge in the courthouse life and death in a taloned balance, chills in the morning sun. Yellow fields that seem to be waiting, a bruise in the ...
The buzzard waits in his tobacco colours hunches on the grey rim of a galvanised trough. Waits and watches like a judge in the courthouse life and death in a taloned balance, chills in the morning sun. Yellow fields that...
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The dictionary randomly generates a ‘word of the day.’ Today it’s osseous. Yesterday, ocellus. Two beautiful words. A great combination. But it’s sure been hard trying to slip theminto conversation.
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The Acoustic Guitar Is An Old-Time Time Machine.
A chord is played,  the Green Man lets himself quietly into the room,  drops twigs and leaves from his beard as he goes,  raises a glass.
A chord is played, the Green Man lets himself quietly into the room, drops twigs and leaves from his beard as he goes, raises a glass.
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awynart2016 indoor leaf, outdoor leaf the conditions under which we detach - a caretaker's growing indifference, prevailing winds, thirst gone unquenched, severance from one's roots if you're temporary, you might get replac...
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A Morning Song
Black and blue, silver green and grey ripple upon ripple running away. Stone and boulder, one on another a head as they say firmly on his shoulder. And the wind blows through  the shadows,  shades cast by clouds twisted trees,  lone crows ragged leaves over...
Black and blue, silver green and grey ripple upon ripple running away. Stone and boulder, one on another a head as they say firmly on his shoulder. And the wind blows through the shadows, shades cast by clouds twis...
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"The Thou encounters me by grace — it cannot be found by seeking. But that I speak the basic word to it is a deed of my whole being, is my essential deed." ― Martin Buber
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