new old kid on the blog,
with an occasional
old or new poem written off
the old writer's block
Same old skinny squinty kid in big tree country, almost seeing the forest without having to whittle it down to size.The shavings from an occasional trim -- our bounty.
Over here, summer is always accompanied by devastating fires--not that we have that many forests left--but even what has been spared is in constant danger. Our most serious fire was in 2007 and the deadly incompetence of the Karamanlis government in coordinating efforts to effectively fight these fires was rewarded by his re-election in the next elections! Here’s a poem written shortly after a drive through the destruction.