Friday the 13th. Superstition, generally more fun and not as dangerous as the stereotype — the man in the hoodie, the women in the short skirt, the smart Asian.

A great song too.

Happy Friday the 13th.

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I have her book, Snapshots of a Daughter-in-Law: Poems 1954-1962. It was one of many things given to me by my grandmother — long before she passed. The copy she left me (a collectible) was not read but boxed away for when I finished college and lived a more solitary existence. I picked up an old paperback version of the book somewhere in New York when I lived there. I felt less guilty turning the pages of an old paperback. It is a great book of poetry. I’ve no idea where the paperback is now. The collectors hardback is on a shelf — unread and without an advocate. I recommend it to you now.

Death wistfully calls attention to its own inevitability while apologizing with the reminder of forgotten poetry.

An excerpt from North American Time by Adrienne Rich

I am thinking this in a country
where words are stolen out of mouths
as bread is stolen out of mouths
where poets don’t go to jail
for being poets, but for being
dark-skinned, female, poor.
I am writing this in a time
when anything we write
can be used against those we love
where the context is never given
though we try to explain, over and over
For the sake of poetry at least
I need to know these things

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Since I last wrote here, on a morning run behind a power plant near the Olympic kayak training ground, I was attacked by several long neck geese. Maybe more to the truth would be that I was seriously hissed at by long neck geese. “Attack”, for the sake of this old abandoned blog, pleased me more. Geese, by the way, are significantly larger than one assumes when observing them from a distance, and likely not good candidates for pet of the month. I also managed to take a lengthy cycling trip on a very gravelly road for more miles than my inexperienced crotch should have attempted. Saddle sore doesn’t begin to cover it. Somehow, during the aforementioned ride, I was stung by a flying menace. I consequently developed a huge painful welt that I couldn’t stop touching. Unknown to me was the fact that I had probably touched some kind of poison during the ride as well, and the result was poison on my whole left upper arm and shoulder. Currently the left arm and shoulder are covered in what is most likely poison Oak or Ivy. Seriously it’s only March, how could this be?

I played 115 games of words with friends while at an airport waiting for a delayed flight in Santiago. Traveling is not bad when Chile in March is part of it. Chilean men are a pleasure to behold. Yea, whatever.

I miss you bloggies.

peace

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