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I'm a would-be poet/college English teacher...I'm a big fan of solitude and I get a lot of that here; I love the outdoors and I live on a 30 acre farm in rural Kentucky.
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My Tribes
! * fractal forest * !,
! Art Against Bush !,
** Art Of Loving **,
Acoustic Guitar Forum,
Aware Mothers,
Burning Man Earth Guardians,
Burning Woman,
Burningman Pittsburgh,
Deadheads Unite!,
Faeries & Fools,
Guitar Players,
Hoop Convergence,
Hoop Louisville,
Kentucky Burners,
Playa Del Fuego,
Scorched Nuts,
SOUND TRIBE FAMILY,
Terrapin Station,
WATER WOMAN Gathering,
Mountains of the Moon
Offerings
Fare you well, my honey
Tue, June 24, 2008 - 4:26 PM
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Fare you well, my only true one All the birds that were singing Are flown, except you alone Gonna leave this brokedown palace On my hands and my knees, I will roll, roll, roll Make myself a bed by the waterside In my time, in my time, I will roll, roll, roll In a bed, in a bed By the waterside I will lay my head Listen to the river sing sweet songs To rock my soul River gonna take me, sing me sweet and sleepy Sing me sweet and sleepy all the way back home It's a far gone lullaby sung many years ago Mama, Mama, many worlds I've come since I first left home Going home, going home By the waterside I will rest my bones Listen to the river sing sweet songs To rock my soul Going to plant a weeping willow On the bank's green edge it will grow, grow, grow Singing a lullaby beside the water Lovers come and go, the river will roll, roll, roll Fare you well, fare you well I love you more than words can tell Listen to the river sing sweet songs To rock my soul 
At the risk of sounding utterly cliché, does God hate me? Seriously. Have I displeased the cosmos?
Wed, June 4, 2008 - 6:40 PM
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So the 7th annual Appalachian Uprising festival is going on in Scottown, OH this weekend. It's held on this awesome bottom at Eden Farm--and we always make camp early because the trip is half the fun (right?) We made camp yesterday in the pouring rain, watched the teepees go up, and closed our camp down when the lightning started flashing. When we got back there today there was traffic backed up ten miles out of the holler--(Do you non-Appalachian people know about "hollers" and "bottoms"?) Water was up over the roads in--I couldn't even get the Jeep up in there. I'm not even sure if our camp is still there! The whole bottom is flooded. We stayed on the side of the road & played music with the other stranded travelers and waited for the water to retreat. Never happened. I decided to come home and make sure the house/dogs were ok. Silver lining: I have two tents & only had one set up...but dammit, huh? Haha. Good thing I like the rain. It is going to be a muddy mess!! I bet the tents are washed away...I'll see in the morning. On a lighter note--here is the festival homepage. Have any of you ever heard John Cowan Band (former lead-man for New Grass Revival) do a bluegrass rendition of Led Zeppelin's "Goin' to California"? It's really, really nice if you're a Zeppelin fan (like I am). www.myspace.com/appalachianuprising (4th song down). Hopefully we can get in the holler tomorrow when the bridges aren't underwater. There are some heller storms circling this area. I don't even have cell service right now--I'm amazed the internet is working! The energy makes me feel restless. I want to be dancing in the moonlight, not stuck indoors on the computer! 
Kentucky Pale
Thu, May 29, 2008 - 7:05 PM
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Morning dawns beige ash-barked trees; cold neutrality, sodden Fall’s last green snow washed— browned blades push against the drip; above imploring elms finger darkening skies. And here we stand Godless spheres of trees, Of soil; we toil here unearthed—Our roots lay bare. The creek bathes pale toes, numbed. Our hands scratch initials into rock.
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