I am in here.
I’m feeling it necessary to fold into myself, and be less on the blog… I am actually requested by a dear friend to provide poems for his latest book. A working poet: how do I be that? But at any rate: the topic is tears. This is not because I am sad. I’m not. I’m … Continue reading Folding in to tears
Because bread and babies, as every housewife knows, is a full-time job. After I made the loaves, I felt like I had conquered something. But as I watched the bread being eaten, I thought, Well, don’t I get a gold record or knighted or nothing? — John Lennon
You will be sucked dry by a leech. I’d stay away from swimming holes, and stick to good old cement. Even if it does hurt like hell when your toe scrapes the bottom. What horrible Edward Gorey Death will you die? brought to you by Quizilla
Having a bite of supper before going up to my room to pack. Home tomorrow. With going westwards across seven time zones, I get to arrive the same day I leave, which is endlessly fascinating to me. Basically, I get a very long Tuesday. Should I, or should I not, steal the Gold Star Beer … Continue reading An anticipated return
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