written for The Daily Create 506 Today when the upright human left, it took the small furry human with it, and I took the opportunity to examine more closely the paraphernalia the upright human uses for morning worship. They were…
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Sunday Small Stone 56
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white streaks & splotches of berry purple blood, blue skin tire -squashed and no birds still visible in the telephone-pole laurel above_ their singing amplified to the rhythm of squawk turning scream when the cat comes out and in the red…
Sunday Small Stone 55
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I blinked and spent an hour trying to find, again, the angle that let me see only bright green and emerald and pine and evergreen without a gap of gray or dark or paler clouds rain must have rearranged needles…
Sunday Small Stone 54
by ekswitaj •
in the cave of wood -en stairs and glass railings, rain is for other people to hear when the window gathers its first drops Related articles So That If I Died It Mattered(themillions.com) The Slow Language of Sculpture, the Fast…