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/November 3, 2016 by Leslie Seaton

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I think August has had negative connotations for me since childhood. It means my birthday has passed. It carries the ghost energy of being the Last Month of Freedom Before School even tho I haven’t been in school in decades. And while there are still weeks of harvest plenty to go, browning crispiness has well and truly started to replace green plumpness in vegetation. Juicy potential is departing but it’s also not yet time to settle into a cozy fallow feeling. The apocalyptic haze of wildfire skies lately have definitely not been helping to ward off the feeling of August Bleakness. All in all, if I had to rank months...i guess it’s still probably better than February but I’m genuinely ready for September now.
The crows have taken to gathering on the roof of the hospital before heading off to their roost for the evening and I can only imagine it’s a slightly grim experience for anyone in the hospital.
A pragmatic repurposing of the “LAWN SIGN” lawn sign
There is a Diné poem about pollen that I have loved since college but no matter what I do, I cannot keep track of this poem. I’ll swear I emailed to myself and then searching in my inbox finds nothing. I’ll buy the book i thought I first saw it in, it’s not there. I’ll google every combo of words I can remember and it seems like it won’t ever turn up. I did eventually find it again this week after this bouquet was spent; at my age I have started to appreciate the extra work the poem always makes me do.
“On the other side, behind the house in which I am sitting, there is a large farm building made of red brick, it is beautiful to look at, towering up amid the green foliage. Red and green...to me those two colours contain so much, something within them exerts a powerful pull, and I think this is one of the reasons why I have become a writer, for I feel that pull so strongly, and I know that it’s important, but I lack the words to express it, and therefore I don’t know what it is. I have tried, and I have capitulated...The blood flowing through the veins, the grass growing in the soil, the trees, oh the trees swaying in the wind.” -Karl Ove Knausgård
It does feel unfair to post someone making a silly face but E is cute enough to pull it off

TWTTR

  • LQ Seaton
    RT @godismikey: in honor of Queen Aretha’s passing can we all watch Got 2B Real today!? 😩 https://t.co/NY7lSbFH5y
    about an hour ago

 

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