A lesson learned at the age of 16, while spending a Minnesota winter in an uninsulated back country farmhouse without a chainsaw ~ heating and cooking entirely with wood.

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Recorded Reading (1:24): https://www.dropbox.com/s/q1r5iun2ek4ysfr/when%20hand%20sawing%20firewood.mp3?dl=0

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when hand sawing firewood

eventually
you become convinced

that this huge
fibrous tough length
of solid stubborn growth will never

part

for your dinky
ridiculously inadequate
bit of metal tool

which in any case is
clearly
making no
(stress
no)
discernable
difference

in its endlessly uselessly
arm numbing
passages

to

and

fro

to
and
fro

to and fro

toandfro

toandfro
toandfro
toandfro
toandfro
toandfro
toandfro…

but

you know
if it doesn’t
you’ll be cold

more important,
so will your family

so you keep on

keep on
keepon
keepon and

then suddenly

it
does

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Homeless until removal of the stalker/targeter/vandal/arsonist following her allows her to approach any landlord ~ even for a private parking space ~ this poet presently lives under perpetual threat of towing with all possessions should her 23-year-old van stop running for any reason.

She is badly in need of a modest reserve with which to field any emergency which might occur.

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