the fourth eclectic reader
renders stories of nantucket whalers.
i didn’t buy a copy,
i stole one from my teacher
and i kept it in my blazer.
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‘from new bedford sound,
pacific bound,
they were gone for several winters.’
*
round the cape of good hope,
peru and argentina…
now, crossing the equator.
i wished she’d come with me.
trade fireside for frozen ocean.
but love changes, with tide, with season;
and absence, i read, makes hearts grow fonder.
nickreeves 
Nick, I feel there is something poetic and mythological about your town. I’m very glad about these glimpses into its magic.
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There is something… something, sometimes… beneath the surface of this/that town, I’m certain, Bob. The clocks went back an hour today and now the light is different. With thanks & love.
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I especially appreciated your words: “wish she’d come with me. trade fireside for frozen ocean.” The idea of location and association with comfort/safety (fire) and exploration/risk(frozen ocean) came through brilliantly. We want both, sometimes at the same time.
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Hmm, thanks, Clanmother! Very very true. It is a rare and beautiful thing though when these planets align; although, on this occasion, it is still all to play for (or not)
xoxo
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In South Africa they have an expression ‘sjoe’ which isn’t quite shoo – it lifts at the end. It expresses so much – surprise, enjoyment, appreciation, wow, fucking brilliant. Sjoe to this piece, Nick.
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Skol, Rick!
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