I will say though I was bent near to breaking I learned my spine is like the blades of wheat when rains come and come and the plaited grains swell with heaviness and the thin stalks can no longer hold aloft their heads and they surrender bow low to the ground old guido would say […]
Filed under: Kerry Mulholland by akublik Date 5 November, 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 […]
Filed under: Kerry Mulholland, Writing the Land by akublik Date 8 October, 2007
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