. . . catering to underplanned whimsy . . .

1 cup creative outlet
1/2 cup curiosity
2 tbsp self-publishing
1 tbsp angst
1 tsp hope
pinch of narcissism
dash of sorrow
2 shakes invented optimism

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'haaaay'

12th March 2010

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a texted poem in my inbox

“we are free to find our own way

over rocks— through trees—

where there are no trails. the ridge and the forest

present themselves to our eyes and feet

which decide for themselves

in their old learned wisdom of doing

where the wild will take us. 

                               -gary snyder, via eric