[Subject line from Chuck Berry's Memphis, Tennessee
Poodles at Graceland
I'd like to be in Memphis. Or Morocco. Or Monterrey. Or Miami. Or Monticello. Or messing around my yard. But here in my kitchen is a pretty good place to be as well. The BYM and the dog were in here earlier, the tomato cuttings aren't dead yet, and I have poured for myself a glass of the wine dichroic
sent in December, to go with the edamame-wasabi dip I just made.
I am frustrated about a number of things, including not yet feeling well enough to sing or to resume practicing yoga, but happy happenings have been in abundance as well. The client to whom I delivered a commission this past Sunday was very pleased with it. ("We definitely got our money's worth.") I fashioned a pin
for a friend while at the easel.
The Poetry Storehouse now has audio
for my poems "Novecento," "Schrodinger's Top Hat," "Even an Empty Life Can Hold Water," and "Lining Up." At Autumn Sky Poetry
, Christine Klocek-Lim published my sestina "O Clouds Unfold
" (which may look familiar to some of you, as I posted the first draft here just under a year ago). First Class
accepted a poem.
The lily in the bathroom has put forth new shoots. A longtime friend got married. My honorary mama celebrated her eighty-something-eth birthday. Mary
sent a sprig from Wilbur's "Black Birch in Winter."
And now I must turn back to paperwork and work-work.