It’s been raining for days straight now. On the first night of storms, two of my favorite potted plants were blown off onto the balcony, sending clay and foliage everywhere. I keep finding storm casualties everywhere. [Project 365]
If I could pick a lesser superpower to have, it would be the ability to identify flowers. [Project 365]
I’ve carted this poster around with me for years. I love it. It’s for a photo exhibit that was at MSTU’s gallery. Margaretta Mitchell was the photographer. I didn’t see the exhibit; I just wanted the poster. It’s beautiful. [Project 365]
I wish I could write erotic poetry about laundry day like Erica Jong does: This is the dirty laundry poem— because we have traveled from town to town accumulating soiled linen & sweaty shirts & blue-jeans caked & clotted with our juice & teeshirts crumpled by our gloriously messy passion & underwear made stiff by all our joy. No, my laundry poetry would sound a little more like This shirt, perfectly clean has been kicked…
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