storehouse and hollyhocks

An invitation to remix: five poems at The Poetry Storehouse (which I heard about from Rachel Barenblat). Come and play!



It's looking like the first fall frost may hit us this Sunday, so I will be devoting part of my Saturday to tucking kraft paper, dog hair (to continue deterring bunnies), and mulch around the hollyhocks. The yard provided an excellent therapy break this afternoon: things had gotten messy around the Kentucky Colonel mint. Detangling it perfumed my hands, and clearing away the weeds and stray leaves and weeds soothed my mind.

And now I'm going to make shrimp korma, and then dive back into work.