Early poem today All the neighbors, the men, have got an urge to prune. Starts with some study — careful study, and clippers, pruners and chainsaws. Bonsai topiary to its conclusion nothing to impede the mower. My next door neighbor … Continue reading →
I’m settling into a new routine… this morning double yellow lines veered off the center path and into the April garden. when I arrived, coffee in hand, the daffodils were bobbing, looking around, going nowhere. Sat on the steps, frothy … Continue reading →
I think staying home is starting to have some effect… I wonder about the woman who lives here Why there are poetry magazines piled here and there and why so many phases of books stacked and shelved Why a herd … Continue reading →
Spiders and the oxalis are still hanging on (click above for more images via flickr). The deer are munching on the hostas. The other morning this was my pre-drive view:
I’ve been sending out a poem a day. None on Sunday, two on Monday. Every day a poem. Which is, for me, what August Poetry Postcard Fest is all about – the dailiness which gets you into the habit of … Continue reading →
At first dreams seem impossible, then improbable, then inevitable.
