Tag Archives: Mary Oliver

Don’t We?

Also I wanted to be able to love. And we all know how that one goes, don’t we? Slowly   Mary Oliver, from “Dogfish”

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In Blackwater Woods

in blackwater woods   Look, the trees are turning their own bodies into pillars of light, are giving off the rich fragrance of cinnamon and fulfillment, the long tapers of cattails are bursting and floating away over the blue shoulders … Continue reading

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It doesn’t have to be the blue iris, it could be weeds in a vacant lot, or a few small stones; just pay attention, then patch a few words together and don’t try to make them elaborate, this isn’t a … Continue reading

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