Water
She bathes the soil
her wet kiss
heaven sent
comes down
we drink
we sing for joy
each time she comes
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The island writes in fire and steam each morning on the pages of the sea
Lava Meets Ocean. Lynx, Starboard Side. Day 2.Early Morning, July 8 2006, Looking for Flashes off Chain of Craters, Big Island
Mittens
Haleama'uma'mu
Aloha Kumu Raylene
17th century relief
Breugel's Flight of Icarus
Makana
Tobias and the Angel
Shelley
Aloha Mau
Lynx
Praise Be To Spinner Dolphins!
Stenella Longirostris
Where the bee sucks there sucks Bee Friend with his contraption at the Goat Lady's Place
Royal Shakespeare Theatre
LS Lowry's Coming out of school 1927
About Me
- Michael
- 2 paths: backwards to death or forward to... the one I find awkward is a windy, twisty, intestinal little tunnel through the woods you'd have to go on all fours to make it through and as for a sense of direction, hey the sun is setting and I'm beginning to panic. Why oh why did I laugh so scathingly at that redneck catalogue with all the cool GPS keyrings and penlights because if I'd ordered these my life would feel so smug and certain now and not so lost. I wonder if Henry Miller ever found himself in this predicament? Out for a Sunday stroll on his friends 10, 000 acre mountain ranch, cattle skulls all around just to spice things up and no water in the flask, gas tank empty, ducks beating their noisy way south in hordes while winter sets in... But enough about me...
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