Well, I am getting the poems, many of them, nicely settled into their new home on a night kitchen. The ones that are already here in the “my poems” section of the blog will stay here as well.
Poems can bilocate. That is something that is fascinating to me this early in the morning. Yes, I know it’s just past nine, but these things are relative. The humidity and pollen in the air combine to sap my energy.
But what I also meant to say is this: my new poems, the ones that I am creating now, go over to a night kitchen and will likely not be found on this blog.
There’s a new one now. Go see.
white pebble 