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What that boy wrote...

It pleases me to share these. I finally collected them into a book I would have been in my mid-twenties, living with friends on the Longbeach Peninsula just north of The River up on the Shier Bros property overlooking Willapa Bay, one of the great bird stopovers on the west coast flyway. I read Leaves of Grass that winter, at night while the stove cooled and the geese flew over the roof...

Miniatures, winter ’77 or so


split up a mess o’ cedar, build the fire,

tender up the sweet of the guitar,

touch the woman in truth, hold her face,

sleep like white calves in the sun

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magpie magpie

the meat of the moment clutched in your beak

magpie magpie

the bones of the moment passed

a trash of feathers

white and black

against melting snow

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these flutter cry wing curve

primary feather flex

crowded droppers on, democratic

heated beaked quarrelings

in the feathery floating carrion

these gulls


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See All For you, for free, for fun: Live at West Hills Friends in 1998, with Bill Norris-York, Rich Vanderwal, April Vanderwal, Aaron Pruitt, Jill Townley, and Price Northcutt

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