Tag: back to nature

  • Somewhere Finding Ferity by Jack Phillips

    Somewhere Finding Ferity by Jack Phillips

    This dawn the equinox moon is waning a black belly with a left-handed crescent and waxing with frog bubbles puff-up sparrows ferny fiddleheads popping bloodroot in vernal burgeoning. Certain poets (the Beats in particular) prescribe some shack simple those rough-hewn days of dharmas and canned beans in a far-out hovel…