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112 pages, Paperback
Published October 6, 2020
“All my living I have been an old woman, in the woods ;alone. I do what I like : I muddy & sweep my hut, carry myself into the sky & listen to what it says, I gather mushrooms, terrorize foxes & men with my friendly claws & gait, laugh a long time into a bucket until it laughs back with a spit, breathe as a stone at the bottom of a creek—& many other things I do not say. But non of it is done from fearing. Poke at the fear as into the dying fire in yr hearth: which way do the sparks go, how does the fire hiss? If you , choose my life—know you are choosing it, not hiding in the woods.”
”Wishing for Earth to be otherwise, you are small & angry as a bee. Baba energy is chaos energy. Baba is carried on the hot black river of doom, because Baba is the doom & the quiet on the other side. Relax into Chaos. Be the river that dooms you.”
”And, when you are itchiest and saddest, close yr eyes & say: This leaf knows where to go / This water is wise / This forest knows my name.”