Wendell Berry rocks

I go among trees and sit still.
All my stirring becomes quiet
Around me like circles on water.
My tasks lie in their places
Where I left them, asleep like cattle-
Then what I am afraid of comes.
I live for a while in its sight.
What I fear in it leaves it,
And the fear of it leaves me.
It sings, and I hear its song.
~Wendell Berry

A woman without a website

I'm reading Kurt Vonnegut's last book, A Man Without a Country. I like to write (or, more accurately, I like to talk about how much I would like to write.) These are submissions, as it were, with no submittee.




So, dear reader, I have something(s) to say to you. Here is my list:

"You mean she!"
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A 3rd-grader votes for Obama
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