half of all the world's farmers
are subsistance farmers
who manage to grow enough to eat.
poetry - jack sender - all of my life
half of all the world's farmers
are subsistance farmers
who manage to grow enough to eat.
Brushed and gargled very throughly.
Then got moving; early start in rain.
off to get some kind of cap form made.
They have me bite sticky stuff.
but there is more: next week return to finish.
I have no idea what else happens today.
Five seconds after the dentist comes in
He he shoots my gums with novacane.
dental surprises i don't like.
I sit there and take it, eh?
Where is the fun?
Need a great song.
three or four hours north
of los angeles i had a cabin i
bought from Lonesome Al.
Pine covered 6400 feet elevation.
up there alone on a warm night
i left the cabin's main door open.
in the morning the screen door
had white lime from the outhouse
forming an imprint of a bears nose.
Never hear blooming
i suppose in flower stores you do
i don' t hang out there often
Not one in my neighborhood.
Say grows flowers.
Noontime Canons booming
Leafing through three books of mary oliver
reading Lonesome dove again
Reently several several larry mcmurtry
Tecumseh and the prophet
Now can i write?
Michael connelly again
Say so.