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Typewriter (etc) Variety Pack – Last Word Books, OlyWa

Stopped by the delightful Last Word Books in OlyWa (Olympia, Washington) – one of my faves in the world and holds loads of memories for me, as well as curates the “Uncle Weed Collection of Cannabis Books” (unofficial name). The location is onto the 4th in downtown Oly and is laden with both trad lit and all sorts of grassroots publications including from their in-house Last Word Press. Oh years ago they purchased the inventory of famed Port Townsend anarchistic publisher Loompanics iirc.

The proprietor Sky Cosby is as eclectic and energetic as they come running bookshop, publishing imprint/press, also circus activities, perma-culture homesteading and other renegade community activities and initiatives. Rather remarkable fella indeed.

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Inventory / Towns and Trains

Inventory:

Folding tray with snacks: dried mangoes, cashews, chewing gum, this very notebook, cork covered sardine can camera with expired 35mm Fujifilm, headphones, diazepam, food delivered by an unhappy hostess, strange spicy clams, instant cup rice and a sort of curry sauce.

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from Towns and Trains, Sudden poems 2016-2018

Rust gives way to polish… / Towns and Trains

Railroads for the sinews
To connect the culture loosely
Rust gives way to polish
Simply by rolling along

Carriages painted blue
But each with a vague distinction
Letters to denote the occupants
Desired by the chairs

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from Towns and Trains, Sudden poems 2016-2018

Buddha Annapurna – Annapurna Sunrise

annapurna - buddha - blue buddha lake

Buddha Annapurna

There was already a full moon
And a snowy peak behind
Then you read from Buddha
Reminding all to be kind

Respect is key to happiness
Giving away leads to wealth
Think kind thoughts about others
To enjoy your own fine health

Simple truths from Gautama
About the middle way
Passed down through sutras
Seekers chanting each new day

I often wonder how it feels
To sit under a single tree
A seed a day towards enlightenment
The mind roams peaceful and free

In the village I wander
Maybe treading in his step
Humble confident and searching
To the others, offering help

annapurna - buddha - young boys

Trim away the excess… / Towns and Trains

Lavender please save me
From the poison i’ve inhaled
Before finds a way to my heart strings
Or blinds my weary eyes

To cut or chop
The offending parts
Trim away the excess
Guarding your inner heart

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from Towns and Trains, Sudden poems 2016-2018

Holy Donkeys – Annapurna Sunrise

annapurna - donkey

They’ve walked this path
So many times now
With others much like you
Sandals or rubber boots
Packs filled unnecessarily

Donkey trains bring water jugs
Propane to the cook fires
Gee and haw along the trail
Simply follow the one in front
Who allegedly knows the way

Indeed lead mule walks simply
By intuition and repetition
And even muscle memory
Towards the sun in the morning
Downhill in afternoon

Do they call each other cousins?
Parents, friends or kin?
Or are they a collective without ego
Ritual or sin?

A collective hauling comfort
Up to rustic places
Nodding along with the rhythm
Not even bothered to
Glances backwards at your faces

annapurna - donkeys - boys

Paint won’t stick in the rain / Towns and Trains

Repainting a sign to Lamphum
Scraping first, flakes land on bricks
Paint won’t stick in the rain

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from Towns and Trains, Sudden poems 2016-2018