Tag Archives: reading
Arise with the sun; Gasoline gets me to work. Today is Earth Day.
A poet is a person who makes snapshots, moments in a sequence spoken like the tree falling in the forest: kinetic images for who would listen. Judgment has little to do with truth; merit is wholly subjective. We align if … Continue reading
Social media: a flypaper walk all day. Such is selling books. (from fredcavazza.net)
Sitting on the bed is like winning the lottery; the pillows beckon and the fetus I sometimes am will curl and sigh. The book at my bedside beckons, also, with insight and grace. The poet I am sighs. Carefully, I … Continue reading