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Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation.
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L'aura del campo


'é a lua, é a lua, na quintana dos mortos'
♣ Federico García Lorca ♣


Higgins Street Bridge, April 25th  2009, Missoula, Montana


L'aura del campo. A breeze in the meadow. So it began the last day of Spring, 2005; on the 16th day of the month of Light of the year 162. This is a supplement to my daily journal written to a friend, my muse; notes I do not share. Here I will share what the breeze has whispered to me.

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IN MEMORIUM

VerySara

passed away November 12, 2005

Please visit her port to read her poems and her writings.
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Wheat fields along Route 56 in SW Kansas, July 2004.
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 Kåre *Leaf5* Enga
~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go.
~ Elizabeth Bishop,
The Fish
April 20, 2020 at 12:45am
April 20, 2020 at 12:45am
#981578
YOU SHALL NOT BE NAMED

Hiss all you want,
I'm pissed
at how you only think of yourself,
how 'others' are always to blame.
I'm tired of your f***ing games
that reduce me to tears,
trigger my fears,
demean me.

I can't wait
until you're history,
when your tizzy-fits are known
for the narcissism that it showed,
a never-ending pulp fiction,
a toilet-papered
tantrum.

I can't wait
to forget your face,
your fame obliterated,
your petulance a mere footnote
to this nightmarish loss,
game over
and thankfully
done.

May it come
sooner than later.
May God speed your demise.
No, I won't pray for your health,
bow to your wealth,
kiss your white ass,
nor mention
your name.

KE [177.43] (19.abril.2020)


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