I am in here.
I bought Don’t Let’s Go to the Dogs Tonight right before lunch. I plop myself into the last seat at the crowded bar at Longhorn’s, start reading, and the next thing I know, Diane the bartender is saying, “Hey, I’ve been talking to you a couple of times now and you didn’t hear a thing … Continue reading Absorbed in a book
Down here in Miami Beach – South Beach, actually. Not a quiet place, but, having grown up way the hell out in the Ohio countryside like I did, I like it like this. Hotel’s supposed to have wireless access, but the AirPort’s not picking it up. They told me they had a Windoz card and … Continue reading South Beach again
When I must come to you, O my God, I pray It be some dusty-roaded holiday. And even as in my travels here below, I beg to choose by what road I shall go To Paradise, where the clear stars shine by day. I’ll take my walking-stick and go my way, And to my friends … Continue reading A Prayer to Go to Paradise with the Donkeys
I never knew the road From which the whole earth didn’t call away, With wild birds rounding the hill crowns, Hailing out of the heart an old dismay, Or the shore somewhere pounding its slow code, Or low-lighted towns Seeming to tell me, stay. Lands I have never seen And shall not see, loves I … Continue reading The Sirens
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