L'aura del Campo

FB and converted matzo

34º in gloomy Missoula. I'm sitting in the window of Bernice's... .

If anyone wants to see a picture of my boiled underwear hanging with care over my sink... you'll have to go to Face Book. (The green leaves are pothos... not fig )

I'll have to look into the copyright laws at FB, but I won't post but a poem or two or a few (if there aren't any copyright issues) of what already is well-read at WDC. I think the Sentinel Poem is going up there!

My Muse seems to have returned. I'm writing a poem based on the green-white-gold of the Irish flag.

I needed to get out of bed last night to start on this: "We fake a life in these ancient times, a past tense punctuated by the need to fool ourselves, to falsify the present, to prepare for a future that will preserve our fossils: ash, bone and lies." We'll see what it develops into.

Oh... and FB...

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You know... those funny and weird letters and words that FB uses as security. The above were for adding friends today. There may be poetry hidden in there somewhere...

...or not.
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