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Larrup,
that wonderful southern word,
born more
than a hundred years ago,
a pair of syllables
that trav..
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When
in the middle of overwhelmed,
I’ll
dwell on the seashell, black-spotted,
and
coiled inside itself; it always
..
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but little
did I know
until
first grade
about
chalk
and
blackboard erasers,
giant letters
on
white li..
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For me, it’s a
short drive
to reach Aldis, a grocery storeI’ve driven to countlesstimesbefore; following thesamepa..
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All
of Earth
is
sacred land;
we
are its tribe,
its
caretakers,
its
shamans,
and
spirit guides.
The
o..
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Similar reactions
I’m certain we share;
once
they abandon home forever,
children don’t call anymore.
..
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I ponder. I've read their wordsand wantto
meet the writer
over
lunch, I’m buying,
for
a chance to explore
that..
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Our
excuse was youth
and
the Fourth of July.
I
was alone for the first time
in
a long time; I wasn’t
expectin..
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At
the store I bought four
potatoes,
brown-skinned bakers
that
like to hide in foil.
Restaurant
quality prep..
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If
the land is flat enough.
If
you can see far enough.
If
you stare long enough,
you’ll
see where trees
merg..
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