“Dark & Lovely” (littlepoem) (mine).

Dark & Lovely

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Why were those deer

in the road

this morning?

Didn’t they know

their duskhour is still

lightyears

away? Didn’t they look

dark & lovely

in the morning light,

and didn’t you

hope in your fleshy

heart they’d survive

this season

of guns?

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A day in the life of someone else’s farm (photos).

In which I spend time with superb ladies, learn about “nature names,” drink beer for dinner, watch the last nub of sun hit a land I may someday live on, stare into the red red eyes of a rabbit, play with chicks with good hairstyles, sleep three to a bed, wake up just past dawn to milk a cow and a goat for the first time, drink muchly-creamed coffee, eat purple potatoes for every meal, meet three stout sheep…and enjoy myself outrageously.

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(All photos taken  by me at Kate & Nick’s beautifulheavenlyanimalfilled farm.)