We are in the midst of Lughnasad as I write this, the ancient Celtic three week festival that heralds the start of the harvest season. Where has the summer flown to? This year has been very wet here in New England, a complete turnaround from the drought we...
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Poem for Trump America is better than this We do not want to turn away refugees from war torn lands America is better than this We do not turn our back on the Earth and her creatures America is better than this We affirm that all human beings...
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At the last Full Moon there was a tribe of coyotes howling outside my kitchen door. I had never quite heard them like that – it was a combination of wolf howls and the gravelly yips one usually hears. They were louder than I had ever heard before...
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