Saturday October 07, 2017

Sun a diffuse blob like a culture in a petri dish. Hoarse cries of a raven. Black walnuts are falling in groups now: a thunder of punches.


  1. You are a master of words and images. I’ve been reading your poems for several years. It is always a treat.

    1. Thank you! I don’t necessarily think of these entries as poems, but it’s interesting how concision and use of the present tense do tend to produce a lyrical effect.

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