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I want to focus on bears. On knowing them, and on what they need.
The animals are dying. All the beautiful women are dying too.
He tuned the future backward as he left the ringing water to reclaim me.
My advice is to take advice with a grain of salt.
We loaded the packs and started down, into the bluing of dusk.
For years, all we showed her for her pains were two deaf ears.
I wanted to forget my parents’ slow dying together in Ohio.
Home, I thought. This was the new country I had been yearning for.
What I eat, that heap has eaten. What I like, it gets, but less of.
The body passing through its own fires, the hard escape of it all.
All roads lead to Rome, but all trails take you to Oklahoma.
It has its life, returning always to the ocean. It doesn’t care.
Oh, won’t you lie here darling whistlepigs, here, curled at my side?
There was one lease Homer Young wanted above all others.
Not a single environmentalist holds out much hope for the future.
Abe shot himself, first year out of high school. Assholes said he was queer.
You quickly find nothing interests people so much as themselves.
If you’re not having fun, then there isn’t a big impetus to stay alive.
Einstein postulated that space and time sit neatly on the same fabric
I sometimes have to laugh because even now, as a middle-aged man.
I continue composing my love letter, hoping to love her more.
You are with outsized footnotes that have tracked across the Internet.
How do wheels and wind-trash weave us into wakefulness?
The danger was my own carelessness, and now I was waist deep in it.