Ian Garrett hangs lights over the stage for Song of Extinction.
Joe's Halloween picture.
Found poetry today:
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Barn's burnt down,
now
I can see the moon.
-masahide
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Found information today about a back-country wilderness residency in Oregon for writers. If I haven't entirely missed the deadline, I'd like to apply. It's two hours away from civilization along dirt roads... a cabin in the wilderness. Get away and write, like Thoreau. Doesn't that sound cool? My mother would freak out, but it sounds amazing to me. I think I'm getting oversaturated with city.
Here's a line from the application: "You may mention a specific writing project you would like to undertake at Dutch Henry, but you're not required to do so. It is assumed that you will write. What you write is between you and the river."
Doesn't that sound nice?
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