I am in here.
I have taken the few night medicines that I am given these days, and do some general reading until the words start taking on a three dimensional look to them. When they can’t make any more sense to myself, and to write is to never make sense. Then you must go to sleep. I certainly … Continue reading The addle-patedness of some would be writer.
I wonder about the trees. Why do we wish to bear Forever the noise of these More than another noise So close to our dwelling place? We suffer them by the day Till we lose all measure of pace, And fixity in our joys, And acquire a listening air. They are that that talks of … Continue reading The Sound of Trees
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
I wait patiently for Peter to arrive at the Starbuck’s near the CU campus. He’s got a math test right now, and I wait to offer condolences or congratulations, as applicable. Hard to believe I’m going to be home for a while. It’s rather a strange place to me now and has gotten me to … Continue reading Starbucks in the morning
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