My words are the garment of what I shall never be
Like the tucked sleeve of a one-armed boy
–W. S. Merwin, “When You Are Gone,” The Lice
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
My words are the garment of what I shall never be
Like the tucked sleeve of a one-armed boy
–W. S. Merwin, “When You Are Gone,” The Lice
Interesting words and image – did you use typoGenerator?
Yes. Clicking on the image takes you there.
You taking a break, Dave? No posts for 2 days?
I liked this one; nice to see you doing something non-photographic. but I REALLY liked the previous one about what’s underfoot.
Blog ennui. Getting over it.