
we ever we
on edge turning
forest child lost
her hands her
finger slips
over leaves
over wood
we ever we
can be can be
innocent songs
again—
she cuts she
shadows on wind
shadows on song
of
we ever we

we ever we
on edge turning
forest child lost
her hands her
finger slips
over leaves
over wood
we ever we
can be can be
innocent songs
again—
she cuts she
shadows on wind
shadows on song
of
we ever we

cattail & cagey
our home along
lily & rush
waiting at water
wind-lapped & sun
to drone summerlong
waiting on
a hunger gnawing
a hunger clawing
on the edge of day

For a while I have been feeling my writing has started to stagnate at the other site the I have been doing the bulk of my writing these past five years, sceadugenga.com. During those years, I’d been a fairly prolific writer on sceadugenga on a day-to-day basis: posting anywhere from one to ten posts nearly every day since 2020, and quite a few days through 2019 on top of that.
Prior to 2019, I’ve been writing a number of different blogs since around 2001 — using everything from static HTML pages to Blogger. Largely I’ve been writing on WordPress.com or a self-hosted site based on their software since 2005.
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