Fern fronds and other spores of thought: A tight ropes walk through the vine foragings' of inky, bird footed words and wild hair, to the high alpine lake, up past the glaciers, in monuments of dust, the liberty bell, and the treaty of ver-psych-out. The rumbling gut of American language, writing, and poetry, with love.
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Contiguous
Merit Merit Merit,
that's words.
with & without history.
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