I don't want to be a journalist.
[icky pooey journalism blog here]
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Monday, January 18, 2010
In case you've been wondering where I've been the last four or so months...
And now that my life is nice and dull again, I'm sure I'll once more be a full-time blogstress.
like a seraph's kiss, untold,
if I forget thee, golden city,
Salam and Shalom,
one forever-changed Banana
I want to carry you
and for you to carry me
the way voices are said to carry over water.
Just this morning on the shore,
I could hear two people talking quietly
in a rowboat on the far side of the lake.
They were talking about fishing,
then one changed the subject,
and, I swear, they began talking about you.