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A Storm Across an Inland Valley
At a quarter to four
The last clouds passed
But far from you
Like a migrating bird
My heart lies
Sleeping in the rain
With its head
Tucked under a wing
Dreaming of a warmer place. -
The Second Sunday of Christmas on Humboldt Bay
Is there anything more sacred
Than 300 curlews sleeping
In the mid-day winter sun?
On a sandbar they lie,
At the edge of the bay,
Their long, curved beaks,
Tucked under a wing,
A rising wind,
A rolling swell,
Now soaring high,
One flock dreaming. -
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My New Call Center
I know I have not had the virtual presence I once had so I am now having my call center handle some aspects of my social life.
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Anmorphosis
Anamorphosis
Poetry can compress and distort
Words and images fold into one another
And shift our understanding
To see truth emerge
From the underlying appearance.
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New Job?
I was watching the news and there was some cascade of movie/sports/"music" star news and there was some hot breaking story and this tool in a little box on the screen starts yappin and his title was "CELEBRITY CRISIS EXPERT." Just like freakin FEMA! Around 2001, I began to see "Internet Expert" as a title of whatever talking tiny head they could ( Read more... ) -
Great Weekend!
I linked to the special edition of Vogue here:
I went with my cover girl to Seattle on Sunday. We had a great time. We went to see Monteverdi's Orpheus. This was the first opera I had seen from start to finish (I saw it on TV). The first opera I went to in a theatre was "La Boheme" at the Dorothy Chandler in LA in 1977 (or '78). But the production ( Read more... )
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