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" Travis longed for the......." Is GM's style: i feel it was written by GM .....
i agree about gm's authorship - if not he then someone channeling him pretty damned well, with that stylish, deceptive lack of elaboration. reads easy on the surface but leaves the impression there's a lot more going on beneath the words.
H, is yours no. 2 or 3? there seems to be parts of you in both (ha, apostrophes) yet neither feel 100% your voicethe final few lines of each throw me off scent!
I think I spied a Mags special, too.
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Travis S. E.,
Hester M. W.
. 2005. A space-for-time substitution reveals the long-term decline in genotypic diversity of a widespread salt marsh plant, Spartina alterniflora, over a span of 1500 years. Journal of Ecology 93: 417–430.
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my eye?oh well
cheers, annie
i do know there's some smart work going down. I had to look up Tamarack and it has a stong canadian connection, so if that is gm;s piece then i really want to know the story behind the characters since he gives us a history lesson most times he writes - if only we'll go look.if it's not gm, then i still want to know all about its concept. edit: found some mention of travis and hester as botanical(?) scientists looking into plant genetics or something? minnesota and louisiana are both mentioned - poem sounds way too cold for louisiana though
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Winter’s Solstice in Aleppo
That twinkling on the horizon ain’t no
star just another Russian fighter closing
to lay its nest of cluster bombs
or a missile cruising in.
Winter’s solstice approaches, the rocket's
flare fizzles and only darkness remains.
Come morning, no flag will fly
in this city of ruins.
When you bomb rubble you get only
smaller rubble, a few more dead
bodies and the unlucky ones
who ain’t dead.
More than five years caught between forces,
as leaders and faiths strike hollow truces
then bomb their own, leaving only
helpless rage and anger.
My only Christmas wish is to be
anywhere other than Aleppo.
Christmas , Diwali , Id
jus' an excuse to gorge'n feed
nuthin' changeth, nuthin' improves
life is full of---deja vus!
Twelve Nights of Yule
A plague on the Christians I pray!
With their crucified carpenter
and jealous one true God.
To Hel with them, I say.
From the Winter Solstice night
and another twelve more,
we celebrate the day's
ever growing length of light.
We celebrate the rebirth of Sunna.
Wassail our friends and family.
Complete our yearly tasks
and honour Thor and Freya.
Holly adorns the hearth with it's Yule log
and firs are hung with votive offerings.
And if the Christians usurp our ways,
I say, sacrifice them in a deep bog.
Anything but xmas
A fishy looked up into the sky,
somewhere near the winter solace,
n saw this perfect light,
wavering down on this perfect night,
illuminating the perfect bar above a perfect beach
sweet music came from the open door,
the scent of Chanel, sounds of fighting,
sirens, flashing lights, then quiet,
a damn near silent night,
as the light went out, the 'copter flew away,
the fishy waved bye-bye with an upturned tail,
leaving as well