I run barefoot in spring
not because of need but because of desire
splash in roadside puddles, feel mud ooze up through toes
Feet feeling winter retreat deep
into the earth, hiding, regrouping.
My feet drum the mating call of spring.
I run barefoot in summer
run barefoot until calluses no longer wince at each stone, skirt each thistle
run feeling warmth of […]
Filed under: Marion Brooker, Writing the Land by akublik Date 10 October, 2007
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sideways six hours
from noon this light this late
fall sunset lasts half
the day
to the careless eye
everything is brown but
smaller spectrums catch
the sun pushing through thickening
air in tricks of gold, amber,
copper
in the city
we don’t notice the sun
all light is street
light interstitial and weak
mountains are wired with a switch
between the binaries I’ve never
seen the red in your hair […]
Filed under: Paul Pearson, Writing the Land by akublik Date 9 October, 2007
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the desert makes me lonely but not in a thirsty way
pictures of earth from space are lonely
round blue skinned so thin with cloud and air
water echoes here in the gully and undulation
even lizard flows
a small river over sand
great seas have been and gone
hear the quiet receding
the slow revelation of dry
the way skin and flesh fall […]
Filed under: Kerry Mulholland, Writing the Land by akublik Date 8 October, 2007
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come join me in my pagan, pantheistic rituals
we shall worship mother earth in all her glory
and dance naked under the full moon
we will drink fully of this earthly existence
as if this here were of utmost importance
as if we could actually experience heaven on earth
and walk in god’s glory along the way
we shall live as though […]
Filed under: Greg Schmidt, Writing the Land by akublik Date 7 October, 2007
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Last time I was home I borrowed your boots and took a stroll
Past the spring down to the river where I watched the waters roll
Then it was back up the hill, across the field and past the stock
I savoured all the sights and sounds and smells while on my walk…
And remembering now it’s funny how […]
Filed under: Susan Picard, Writing the Land by akublik Date 6 October, 2007
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