Jun. 15th, 2017

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Been busy trying to stay alive at work, sustain a single-income household, and gardening to keep sane. Snipped to death all the greens that were kind of stunted today, and filled with beans and cucumber seeds because I have no idea what to grow under the blasting heat of the midday sun. Something about mad dogs and Englishmen.

God I miss writing.

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edit: over and over I have had in my head

My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires and more slow;

A lot of poetry recently, including Mary Oliver.

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A universe of unmapped grief and love
And new master light is beyond
The pleiades and plow and southern stars.

O soaring
Icarus of outworld, burn bright
The traceries of known skymarks,
Slide the highway planets behind
Your clear waxed wings.

Go conquer the everywhere left
Beyond your sad confinement
In a predicted bonehouse,
Witch thrown riddle of flesh
And water.

O soar until nothing
remains but great glittering holes
In the black godspun shirt over your head.

- John Fairfax