Friday, September 30, 2011

Monday, September 26, 2011

The Grove Park Inn

We didn't see F. Scott, but the table linens are being spread.
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Sunday, September 25, 2011


Street performers. I'm in love.
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12 Bones

Was unfortunately closed.
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Tupelo Honey Cafe

Waiting for sweet potato pancakes and goat cheese grits.
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Saturday, September 24, 2011

Friday, September 23, 2011

Friday, September 16, 2011

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Friday, September 09, 2011

Making Out With The Mailman

Poor Claudia, Finishing Line and Dancing Girl, oh, my!
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Thursday, September 08, 2011

Memories of Heat

For L.

Back then we climbed
a split rail fence

shinnied sixteen-year-old
limbs onto a tarred black

porch roof, stripped naked
and laid our fulsome bodies

down until the heat drove
us elsewhere. It was 1980.

We both had decade old
domestic skin melting scars.

The coffee. The ironing.

Accidental warming
beyond our control.

We took physics and learned
that heat is an entity.

There is no such thing as cold.

Tuesday, September 06, 2011

Sunday, September 04, 2011

Friday, September 02, 2011


My lone goat Bud is growing a garden, pumpkins, tomatoes, mint, a gourd or two. Various things I gave her that she didn't feel like eating. She keeps everything nicely weeded. Last night Sylvia came to the back door with half of a ripe cantaloupe in her mouth. This is all true.

Thursday, September 01, 2011