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Trees, water, with a side of existentialism&nihilism

You are standing in the forest. You smell the wet soft wood, the mud. Lichen grows on fallen trees in delicate ripples, moths flutter past your eyes. You are standing in the forest. The trees start to thin as you … Continue reading

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Today on Diction’s Grounds

  Today is a day to write. To right the world with writing. To sit for a moment and let your inklings Cycle in and out, in breaths of meditation. To listen through each space and line For a voice … Continue reading

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Thoughts on thoughts (of Mary Oliver)

“Foolishness, No It’s Not” by Mary Oliver “Sometimes I spend all day trying to count the leaves on a single tree. To do this I have to climb branch by branch and write down the numbers in a little book. … Continue reading

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A poem and a quote for this day

Dear sunshine, steal my soul today. Take me to warm utopia, where on a throne of grass I lay, sweet birdsongs passing by and by and by… and time is no concern of mine. Just the pure pleasure of the … Continue reading

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All Too Beautiful

It is all too beautiful. I indulge in it, content, then I fall into despair. I don’t know how or why but that it is all too beautiful. My soul can’t stand to just taste it, for all that this … Continue reading

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