Sunday, January 28, 2007

Stone Soup

It's snowing, there is a ham bone in the soup pot with some onions, and my erotic poem is done. I think it's tame enough (and humorous enough) to be posted, but I'll let it set awhile before serving. And last night reading Louise Gluck I saw words streaming down into my consciousness. A man skipping stones on the surface of my body. Amazing what poets will allow you to see.

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