Leon Gambetta Flees Paris in a Balloon

5.

Flight 5970

On the very lips of your intended

---------An aspirational cabal

Pink neon floating vacancy

The rope you are holding has torn
---------the flesh from your palms

4.

Under mysterious circumstances
----------you have taken a room

Near The Inn at Grinder's Stand
---------------(now a wheat field)

A woman is moaning

3.

A woman is always moaning

2.

You have drifted

Beyond The Alleghenies
They're closing

------------The aboriginal lands

Sorry settlers!

This is the last call

1.

You fear fire and bodies of water

The weather is dry

A horse has lost itself in the forest

Leif Erickson has landed in L'Anse aux Meadows

Raking & Words

Well, I did find the rake and used it just long enough to realize family intervention was needed. My sister-in-law, amazing woman, sent my brother, my nephew, and their lawn tractor. The lawn looked amazing for almost four hours, then it started to rain and all those leaves that were still clinging to the trees came down. I guess the family will be back again soon.

On the good side, rain is fabulous for writing. Last night my dreams came in words, pages and pages of words. I'm curious if other writers have this phenomena in their dreams. My words were like a novel. George Bush was being punched in the face. I mean, the dream was just like reading a novel. Turning the pages. The words streaming out of my thoughts. I guess you had to be there.

Still Can't Find The Rake

It's possible I haven't been looking really hard.

One Perspective

Q. All right. Have you tried anything other than well drilling people, any other types of work or business?
A. Yeah, I tried electrician. I didn't like it, though. It scared the death out of me.

Lively

For days now I have had grand plans to post wildly eloquent verse and prose all over this blog, but for life! Whew! Concerts, weddings, workings.... So, not a long post, just a note to say I'm alive and lively, but not so much writerly. Soon.

GMH

Gone.

Field Trip

I read clusterflock religiously, a couple of times a day, and this morning I found that one of the contributors, Elizabeth Perry, has an art exhibit at St. Mary's. The details are here. If anyone is up for a field trip, I'm game.

Woo-Hoo II!!

And Naoko has had "JUNE INK" accepted by Cider Press Review. Congrats!

Woo-Hoo!

I've had two poems, "Late Cretaceous" and "The Great American Interchange," accepted by Ouroboros Review. Many thanks to the friends who helped me fine tune these pieces.

GMH

Gone.