Window on a World

The linked title above will take you down a narrow, cobblestone street where you will witness an old woman looking down at the poet as he passes below her window. This is familiar territory for some of you, as the photograph of the old woman and the poem were the subjects of previous blog posts; however, you will now have the chance to follow the poet as he reconstructs how the poem was written.

Artful Dodger

Nothing artful left—
Not even a trace,

An honest evocation.

Morning Moon over Mt. Ithome

This photograph is for Joe Hutchison and William Michaelian for their generous comments on my previous post, and for all those other friends and unknown people who drop by my blog: May your days always begin likewise.

Dedicated to Dawn

I could wait

For you forever,
No matter what

The day promises.

Definitely Not Lemmings #22

A very warm welcome indeed to Kass who hails from Salt Lake City and whose profile must be one of the koolest around --I kid you knot!