napowrimo 2014
let the critics have their barbecue. my father’s out-of-tune, glad-hearted singing; the inelegant poem my friend sends in the mail: these are my rice and beans. http://www.napowrimo.net
let the critics have their barbecue. my father’s out-of-tune, glad-hearted singing; the inelegant poem my friend sends in the mail: these are my rice and beans. http://www.napowrimo.net
Late October and now I wear a wool cap around the clock, take three naps a day. I’ve no clear memory why this happens, something about the earth tilting on an axis. Yesterday twenty-three sandhill cranes flew north. Why? – Jim Harrison, Suite of Unreason scratched into the inner groove: “the sandhill cranes.” the band […]
and who has met a newt, near midnight, dancing beneath ones toes, while watching orion dance with the moon and plotting tomorrow’s dances? give up? the only answer.
take a break from facebook and look west: orion’s dancing with the moon. tomorrow, as you go about your business, guess who else was watching.