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space Alone he roamed the Hyperborean North And wandered along the snowy banks of the Don Or through the barren frozen fields on the sides Of Piphean mountains, in grief for his lost wife And Hades’ empty promise. — Virgil, … Continue reading U... mehr auf blueoran.wordpress.com
You can feel the dead pressed in this air and up to your feet as you walk these idle lanes where sacred groves were profaned. Centuries of settling wilderness, axing into the old forest and evicting the natives. Of … Continue reading →... mehr auf blueoran.wordpress.com
space I was born in ‘57, the burble-foamy crest of the baby boom, a pinnacle of whiteness which has spent my life crashing whitely down with its bright surge, cream tide, latex sheen. Spreading the privilege of white birth like a cloud of … Continue reading ... mehr auf blueoran.wordpress.com