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Morning- fire lit. Early fall light flits in bits through yellowing beech leaves. Rust from leak patinas wood stove while sodden wood,...
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Darigan Daily Drop
- Jan 11
- 1 min
Molten Smile
Foot on birch round for lumbar support. Books of Baudelaire Harrison Hesse and Thoreau. Piece of clay pipe And two white shells, found...
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Darigan Daily Drop
- Jan 11
- 1 min
Through all seasons
A cold winter night, and I read your macramé by candle light, listening to L. Cohen’s Famous Blue Raincoat. Thick falling snow quilts a...
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Darigan Daily Drop
- Jan 11
- 1 min
A Swede Road Morning
Rhododendrons in the pink dawn soon to blossom a robin has the lawn to himself the valley is a bowl of bird song protected by evergreens,...
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Darigan Daily Drop
- Apr 6, 2022
- 1 min
Goodbye
I sit here in an empty farmhouse, cocooned in the scent of wood smoke and musty books, a cat nestles by ancient andirons near a mumbling...
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Darigan Daily Drop
- Apr 6, 2022
- 1 min
Late Sunday Morning
No plans this afternoon, just another spectacular day. The leaves are on fire, the sky is a robin's egg laying on the grass of the...
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Darigan Daily Drop
- Apr 6, 2022
- 1 min
Cloghane by the Ce
In Cloghane by the Ce, Apollo rose breast plate gleaming low tide, Bay of Brandon bleeding yellow gorse illuminating, blue butterflies...
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Darigan Daily Drop
- Sep 22, 2020
- 1 min
Brass Ring
It’s all or nothing most of the time everything’s cool then turns on a dime before you know it you’re six feet deep wondering why you...
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Darigan Daily Drop
- Sep 22, 2020
- 1 min
Footnote Feelings
footnote feelings go unread at the bottom of a page where a story smudges, drips and falls to the floor I said what about less? You said...
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Darigan Daily Drop
- Sep 22, 2020
- 1 min
AUGUST 11 2019 MAINE
Wind is up... feels like fall Lace the boots stare at dirty dishes, unswept floor Clean the saw cut some trees "make wood" 1800 pages...
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Darigan Daily Drop
- Sep 22, 2020
- 1 min
Moon Beam Bone
Peer into life... take a ride on a falling leaf climb the spiral staircase in an icicle with a porous heart, soap stone soul, dancing in...
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Darigan Daily Drop
- Sep 22, 2020
- 1 min
House Sitting
Memories are burn marks on a wood bar... each life so precious, so pointless grappling that duality with western logic dissolving that...
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Darigan Daily Drop
- Sep 22, 2020
- 1 min
For Nicole 2001
You vanish, a syllable spoken too soon the golden scimitar moon casts a shadow from a distance that makes no difference On the silver...
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Darigan Daily Drop
- Sep 22, 2020
- 5 min
Lil Black Notebook-poems/bits
Lil black notebook, August 2005, Northport, Michigan 8.8 Barn swallow, barn swallow… a mother and a daughter make bread Hear the ricochet...
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Darigan Daily Drop
- Sep 22, 2020
- 1 min
Wet wood fire
The hiss of a wet wood fire… silver rivulet in a mud rut road milk in her mouth’s desire black spots on tawny toad Condensation on window...
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Darigan Daily Drop
- Sep 22, 2020
- 1 min
Before Dawn
Before dawn cracks the skein of mist, and only the wood thrush sings the aroma of fresh brewed coffee brings memories both sweet and...
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Darigan Daily Drop
- May 12, 2020
- 2 min
For Sarah, August 2018
Never knew there could be so many tears… Rivulets descending Mt. Brandon, innumerable tributaries subterranean springs, ineffable as her...
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Darigan Daily Drop
- Jul 1, 2019
- 2 min
Compass
I remember the tall-ceilinged room with French doors opening to a petite balcony, where white curtains billowed like sails, carrying the...
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Darigan Daily Drop
- Jun 21, 2019
- 1 min
creek Bed Bottoms
Hands smell of gasoline- Morning making wood Cotton sweats beneath Aran wool Rain barrel over full Aeolian symphonies Through lightening...
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Darigan Daily Drop
- Jun 21, 2019
- 1 min
Galway
The Corrib River stumbled, bumbled and rumbled over invisible stones, an ululating black veil tinged, tripped and dipped with silver...
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