I am in here.
from Two Tramps in Mud Time: But yield who will to their separation, My object in living is to unite My avocation and my vocation As my two eyes make one in sight. Only where love and need are one, And the work is play for mortal stakes, Is the deed ever really done For … Continue reading Two Tramps in Mud Time
Once upon a time, there was a little girl who grew up in a forest in Ohio. She was very lonely, and dreamed about sharks. Sometimes, she dreamed she was a shark. This was not so very strange, because once, when her father had taken her fishing, she had caught a very small shark. She … Continue reading Once upon a time, with a shark
I am not a painter, I am a poet. Why? I think I would rather be a painter, but I am not. Well, for instance, Mike Goldberg is starting a painting. I drop in. “Sit down and have a drink” he says. I drink; we drink. I look up. “You have SARDINES in it.” “Yes, … Continue reading Why I Am Not a Painter
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