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For
the first five thousand words
I
lived in Oxford, England,
then
I moved on to the Orient
on
a sailing shi..
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Within that hardened core you
carry,
is
there not one shred of decency?
Nothing,
to you, is ever enough
to
mollify your censoriousness, yo..
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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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