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Wild

October 9, 2020December 20, 2020 ~ MWctn ~ Leave a comment
There was a wild time
and a wild love that
made our crazy sane
and our normal nuts.
You climbed with me
and fell with me,
and the natural crust
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Across the Moor

October 3, 2020October 24, 2020 ~ MWctn ~ Leave a comment
Across the moor where
the peat and water pour
in tangled hummocks like
green stepping stones or
deadly nests that beckon
the unwary to alight
where even birds
refuse to

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Fingerpainting with Moonlight

October 1, 2020December 29, 2020 ~ MWctn ~ Leave a comment
Está terminado, por ahora.
(It is finished, for now.)
This night beneath the
dark canopy of
my largepine yard,
peeking between dying needles
and probing branches,
I traced the stars
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There is a Woman

July 20, 2020 ~ MWctn ~ Leave a comment
There is a woman that he knows, who, complete within this world, arrived fifty-one years ago, beautiful, ready to be shaped,

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What It Means

March 17, 2020 ~ MWctn ~ Leave a comment
What with a panoply of paranoid conspiracy theories, half-baked ideas of a supernatural afterlife, idiotic global leaders (not to mention global warming), and

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We Spirits All

February 27, 2020July 20, 2020 ~ MWctn ~ Leave a comment
The settting of this poem is Merryall Cemetery, located in Bradford County, Wyalusing, Pennsylvania. The curious, if not ironic name derives from land purchased from Warrum Kingsley in 1788 by

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Speculation

August 17, 2017October 21, 2019 ~ MWctn ~ Leave a comment
So far as we have been able thus far to determine, our species’ transcendence over our one-time close-quartered Neanderthalic cousins occurred

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Our Blood

October 21, 2019 ~ MWctn ~ Leave a comment
What does it mean to lose our blood? An insignificant thing. Trivial, really. We do it all the time. While shaving

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Where

October 20, 2019December 29, 2020 ~ MWctn ~ Leave a comment
I cannot hold the water,
though my hand is wet.
I lift it to my mouth,
but cannot drink.
If I am breathing,
I cannot tell you how.
What must
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Holidays

August 30, 2019October 21, 2019 ~ MWctn ~ Leave a comment
Some thoughts from nowhere… so settle in for a long textual read. When you mentioned previously that you would be staying

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