Parlor and Workspace, 1
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Don’t let the clock fool you. It stopped running. The picture was taken about an hour later. That’s my eldest brother with the sunglasses, circa 1966. He seems prepared for the sunny day ahead, circa 2009.
This is one corner of my work area. I’m in another corner, a few feet to the right, sitting at my mother’s desk. Behind me is what I like to call the parlor, a picture of which I will share by and by — a picture of more pictures and books, and also some furniture, which includes my grandmother’s old White sewing machine.
The sunlight also begs a question: why am I drinking tea on a hot summer morning, with an afternoon high predicted of 103? Because I like the word chamomile? Yes. Partly.
August 20, 2009
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Winter Poems
ISBN: 978-0-9796599-0-4
52 pages. Paper.
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Another Song I Know
ISBN: 978-0-9796599-1-1
80 pages. Paper.
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