I write this out of grief and hope. I write this cu ca cow I write this in the language of the slime mold, there is a manifesto or is…
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i. I missed writing on wren day this year. But I saw a wren, Sinaloa perhaps?, on St. Stephen’s Day. In the foothills of the Sierra Madre. I don’t think…
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Drooolin, Droolin, where’s your nest? Tis in the bush that I love best In the tree, the holly tree, Where all the boys do follow me. Where was I this…