Dusting the Shack

A few months ago, reading some old shack poems, I declared, “we jacked that shack level” but I knew our jacking didn’t hold up too long.  And in a few weeks I’ll revisit that far from level shack by the sea, hacking away at brush along the trail and nests and webs in the drafty plywood jewel.  Taking up residence in the shack for a while and very curious to see what rises with the breathing of damp wood, two-cycle, beach mud and coho.   Stay tuned.

One thought on “Dusting the Shack

  1. I love it. I love that you do it for you. You are awaiting to see what happens for yourself, what will come of you being there… belief. unbelief? Write, Rong. Good, Mad? I hope to see what comes out of you, and it, and ya’lls.

    Watch out for Breathe Owl Breathe! I think they are heading your way soon.

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