spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
Art Consignments in Ninilchik, Alaska
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Poetry by Charles Joseph
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a collection of short poetry from an autistic mind
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Tara, I’ve had a muddy morning in England, digging, cutting back hedges, stuffing the car full of nature’s debris, heading for recycling, a robin flitting worm to worm exposed on now raw earth – where I find myself thanks so much to you…
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Sounds like a good day!
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Did I mention the rain! But as you say a good day, thanks again.
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I’m a pluviophile (lover of rain)… so rainy days are my happy days 😁 Sometimes I forget not everyone feels that way 💦💕
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In England we’d have no conversation without out!
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For a while I lived in southeast Alaska which is supposedly very rainy. I didn’t think it rained enough!! 🤣
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Very beautifully versed
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I really like his writing too!
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😊❤
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Thank you. Eric.
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You are most welcome
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Thanks for the share Tara.
Eric, thanks for writing this piece!
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Thank you for reading. Eric.
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And thank YOU for reading!! 🤩
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