August Break, photos 4-7
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It's freaking hot in Nashville these days, y'all. And I'm the world's most boring housemate when I'm slammed with work and chores.
So what's a dog to do but sprawl and snooze?
Anyway, I'm done for the day. I had some Portuguese table wine left over from last week, and a bowlful of strawberries too tart to snack on, so I combined them a day or two ago, and tonight, with dribs of honey + Handel's Giustino on the CD player -- such sweetness:
Also...
The latest tweet-sized poem, at microcosms:
Cheshire knife...
I enjoyed Charlie Smith's Illustrated Guide to Familiar American Trees at poems.com today, and the ending of Coleman Barks's Lightning Bugs and the Pleiades knocked me happily off-kilter enough that I immediately e-mailed a friend it had called to mind. As sweet as a sublime Handel cadence; as a slice of fruit steeped in wine and honey.
So what's a dog to do but sprawl and snooze?
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Anyway, I'm done for the day. I had some Portuguese table wine left over from last week, and a bowlful of strawberries too tart to snack on, so I combined them a day or two ago, and tonight, with dribs of honey + Handel's Giustino on the CD player -- such sweetness:
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| From photoblogging |
Also...
The latest tweet-sized poem, at microcosms:
Cheshire knife...
I enjoyed Charlie Smith's Illustrated Guide to Familiar American Trees at poems.com today, and the ending of Coleman Barks's Lightning Bugs and the Pleiades knocked me happily off-kilter enough that I immediately e-mailed a friend it had called to mind. As sweet as a sublime Handel cadence; as a slice of fruit steeped in wine and honey.
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