I took myself to the woods. To see horizons that ate up the sky, to curl up in crevices crowded with dark leaves whispering in the winds. I took myself to the woods to hear no roads anymore, to see nothing of mankind, to press my ears to the hollow shells of trees. To snakeContinue reading “Constellation”
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From Sorrowland by Rivers Solomon
“‘I like the woods,” she said. ‘In them, the possibilities seem endless. They are where wild things are, and I like to think the wild always wins. In the woods, it doesn’t matter that there is no patch of earth that has not known bone, known blood, known rot. It feeds from that. It growsContinue reading “From Sorrowland by Rivers Solomon”
From “The Essential Writings of Ralph Waldo Emerson”
“The greatest delight which the fields and woods minister, is the suggestion of an occult relation between man and the vegetable. I am not alone and unacknowledged. They nod to me, and I to them. The waving of the boughs in the storm, is new to me and old. It takes me by surprise, andContinue reading “From “The Essential Writings of Ralph Waldo Emerson””
A Burd in Flight 