Chloe, found in the snow in front of Miracles, 1992?-2008
Friday, June 27, 2008
Saturday, June 21, 2008
happy solstice
"...poor, frail universe, born of nothing, all we are and do resembles you." --Italo Calvino
Sunday, June 15, 2008
how long is too long?
Compared notes with a fiction writer yesterday. One magazine kept her work for 10 months before rejecting it. I just received a cheerleadery note from an online journal that kept my poems so long my style has changed. Then rejected me with an urgent request to send more. Questions for writers out there: How long is too long? Do you distinguish between print and online journals?
Put the kayaks in for the first time this summer. Sounds lovely, but it was straight-up urban: dragging them over rocks to a patch of pebbles and launching next to the storm sewer.
No poems. But garden is flourishing. Ate walleye last night steamed on the grill with homegrown fennel and baby arugula.
This is not a joke, but it's funny: A blind man got on the bus, and some grumbling folks created a small space for him to sit. When he asked where he could sit, everyone pointed.
Ben said I should write the next break-out musical, titled BUS!
Put the kayaks in for the first time this summer. Sounds lovely, but it was straight-up urban: dragging them over rocks to a patch of pebbles and launching next to the storm sewer.
No poems. But garden is flourishing. Ate walleye last night steamed on the grill with homegrown fennel and baby arugula.
This is not a joke, but it's funny: A blind man got on the bus, and some grumbling folks created a small space for him to sit. When he asked where he could sit, everyone pointed.
Ben said I should write the next break-out musical, titled BUS!
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