I haven't written anything on this blog lately, but that doesn't necessarily mean I'm dead. I am recovering from stomach flu, however, which is the next best thing. I was at least going to show you another one of my canadian rabbits before I crawl back into bed, but Bloogle won't allow it today, for some reason. So how about a found poem instead?
“We sight cast to tailing reds
a 25-inch west-side
caught on a popper. Waters
support double digit days,
vast unpressured flats,
thick seagrass meadows.”
from Startles
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*Startles*
He loved the large and colorful moth, before he knew he had to drown it.
Moths would destroy his palm trees. Pigs destroy lawns as person...
2 days ago
1 comment:
Hey Joe,
Love the pix of the bunny and also the blog in general, and hate the stomach flu (having been intimate with it myself). But seagrass meadows is an image that restores at least, however found it might be. Thanks for this blog!
Caryn
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