Sunday, June 10, 2018

Thirty Summers #135 Claine Keily

Today I plant onions and garlic. It is a sign that my sickness is passing. Each morning it takes all to align reality with dreams, to find something of the dream in that which I want to walk away from.

Love is the answer.

If I cannot have a job in which I can communicate about the writings of Carson Mc Cullors and Luce Irigaray, then I will work at distilling the essence of all I have learnt from their works. I will serve it up to the children as a potent dish. I will offer them a stripped back branch budding through me in the way I walk, or look, or talk to them about hay.


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