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Thursday Walk|Poetry Thursday
Why is the poet fearsome? Because she speaks the tabooed word, she tells the hidden truth. She looks, she sees. Because her sustenance comes from something that cannot be sold, or withheld, or rationed. Because, sometimes, when she meets a fence, her muse demands that she climb it. Sometimes dangerous poems are hidden… Continue reading
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Thursday Walk|Poetry Thursday
b. asks [in response to The Blue Bed]: how do you keep this up? do you wear poet’s glasses all the time, or simply put them on like mr peabody from bullwinkle when you want to do this thing you do? Ah, yes — those poet’s glasses. So attractive. Good question, though. What… Continue reading
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Thursday Walk
We’ve often been seeing this couple on the river path, taking their constitutional at the same time we do. They are unfased by the dogs, seeming to know that they are restrained. I think they may have begun a family, since this is the first I’ve seen them in several days, and there they are,… Continue reading
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Thursday Walk
Utata is doing a Thursday Walk project: A new Utata tradition in the making is the Thursday photo stroll. It’s a Zen project, in that the goal is to have no particular goals, and the results are simply what they are. Corporal Tunnel It’s nice to have a photo project on my plate again. Here… Continue reading
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