falling mists of glendalough

the tower of hope razor sharp. st. kevin’s kitchen intact. I float o’er
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feral lava, bite sized chunks. over active earth; natures hearth. catacomb clouds
Price: $1

the burren way weekend

act 1: yoked earth unbridled sea; mutual feeding. vanguards of stone
Price: $1

glacial topping (boyabreen)

back warm. front chilled. coughed ice flaked thin scented lines consecrate the
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after the festival

square space of spirit, concentrated customs, embrace closed walls. the past and
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la dinner

I met david in a bar outskirts of la with a ring of burning fires in the
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Sitting questioning time as it
relates to me and everything
else less ordinary.

Gathering from Ecdysis 2008

Squirrels gather food
For the long
Dormant season

Why do we not
Do the same with

If we did
We would be
One full season
Of being.


2008 Bali

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