Month: October 2018

October 27

Saturday. This morning two turkeys wandered the front yard while I scrambled eggs. I did the crossword puzzle and listened to podcasts, refilled my antidepressant prescription and returned my library books. Someone in Pittsburgh felt he had to kill Jews, so went to a synagogue and did so.

I’m wearing a warm black sweater, as if the dark itself were comforting me.

There’s nothing left to do but write poetry.

rain all day
a sharpened knife
for dinner

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