Monthly Archives: May 2010
The Art of Smoke
Arrives again the garden oracle With her branchy appetite, Free to be true – Yet cursed by lack of words and automatic writing and little courage to say what’s meant, Like harlequins hurled high into the fungal field For global … Continue reading →
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Tagged as circle, fellowship, itch, love, meme, metaphors, naked, respect, The Art of Smoke, transpersonal, Wayne Turner, words
