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The sea's a mirror of gardens. Steam trains chuff; I write along the waves. |
Anachronistic, shamanchronistic -- nothing like a fountain pen. |
Saw @Blaine off at dawn. Oh, Minneapolis, how could you be so cruel. |
The wind is stealing down through the chimney smelling of old cold coal soot. |
Sea and sky in such a close embrace that you can't tell where either ends. |
The sun now sets at four thirty. Deja vu in the dark, back up North. |
I learn of books from people, in order to learn of people from books. |
Dawn's no time for a blind date; Inspiration's fine, but she's often late. |
Anglo Punjabi and Jamaican poetry made me right hungry. |
Maine's blue, Kentucky's red, and Pennsylvania's got me going to bed. |
Well... today is the longest 4th of November I can remember. |
Obstacles like dreams: people losing our papers; a lack of bottles |
Dark and stormy night, eh? Everye'en's Hallowe'en at Castle Chester. |
Lambasted by a Laureate; lauded by a mutiny of peers. |
@ioerror -- My home town. Walk the Bow River's bright autumn for me. |
A rich day, mostly squandered in practicing my gruff grad student schtick. |
Slantwise staccato of rain. A lone seal looks up from the surging waves. |
I have an office, and bread rising on the hot water tank. Life's swell. |
Thought UDA thugs had broken in. But it was Blaine, not the landlord. |
The sea black balmy velvet. The word chinook rests lonely on my tongue. |
