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- Sunday tweet: "We keep coming back and coming back/To the real: to the hotel instead of the hymns/That fall upon the wind. - Wallace Stevensabout 2 hours ago from web
- Show your love for trees beyond that hug. Consider the roots and make your words branch out in the Festival of Trees 7:51 AM Nov 7th from web
- twittering from the DROID - Got over my iPhone envy.5:02 PM Nov 6th from mobile web
- - The first shot with the new DROID4:51 PM Nov 6th from TwitPic
- Red berries, bright constellations in the feeble mists of morning. It's a bird's world out there, in wordless song.8:38 AM Nov 6th from Identica
- @ Happy anniversary -- raising my coffee in a toast to your two years of mornings on the porch!9:11 AM Nov 5th from web in reply to Morning_Porch
- I play with a Tarot deck this morning but, I keep dealing myself the cards with sword-pierced or wand-laden figures. Some psychic I am. Not.8:37 AM Nov 5th from web
- Just clicked through photos by a master of the art of holding still and letting go of the moment at the same time 2:09 PM Nov 4th from web
- A string of out-of-season warm days snapped by an assertive gust of wind.9:15 AM Nov 4th from web
- This rush, rustled up /against the stillness of day slips /past the graded ridge, / the apparent precipice /at the end of the street.7:42 AM Nov 4th from web
- Loosened by sudden wind, leaves/ convoluted, the flurry/ an airborne fury
like the mood of a crowd/unleashed on rumor.7:41 AM Nov 4th from web
- The kettle for my coffee whistles in the dark well before the first bird song makes light of this day.6:47 AM Nov 3rd from web
- Once again the day begins with a rhetorical gesture: hope.6:39 AM Nov 2nd from web
- RT @ I don't participate in NaNoWriMo, because November is also BuEsGraMo (Busy Essay Grading Month).7:54 AM Nov 1st from web
- Dreams like these, served up right, after a dinner of store-bought giant tamales.7:52 AM Nov 1st from web
- Chef Ramsey was yelling in my dreamed young-again children for their cooking skills then at me for feeling raw over their diced-up feelings.7:50 AM Nov 1st from web
- I sort through boxes and come across bundles of letters, exchanges with writers from before the Internet. The handwriting, kudzu on memory.2:17 PM Oct 31st from web
- I keep working on a painting that won't reveal itself. In the end, I'll have to resort to words to make the image clear.7:07 AM Oct 31st from web
- Mt. Tam wears seven veils of fog this morning. Feeble birdsong won't entice it to shed any of them yet.7:05 AM Oct 31st from web
- I prefer my time to be space, rather than line, my friends a constellation, rather than a line.11:06 AM Oct 30th from web
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