...(and what we can do about them). Although these posts are primarily sketches for a book project on environmental critique I will also post from several other ongoing projects.
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Friday, January 10, 2014
Cemetery Poem
For Kathleen Keane
In the sleet I could not play tin whistle to the dead,
This dusk it was the dead who accompanied me instead.
/10 January 2014
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