Thanks For The Clearcut, Assholes
I wrote this late last fall, held it back to do some research–so I could write reasonably, not just emotionally–and then held it back some more as we got into the holiday season and I wanted to focus on bright, shiny, happy holiday things. Well, it’s grim and cold and gray outside, and this blog…
I Love Hippies But…
This one was impossible to resist.
This Hacked Down Hemlock
this hacked down hemlock, splayed, cracked giant jack the rippered from her feet, locks left for slash while toes still grip rock and loam and clay, slain at the ankles, clenches my muddy witness fists, having served first (for me) as landmark, then as shrine, once as umbrella, even, once as guardian for a two…