The kitchen teems with unparalleled smells of
chickens frying, rich gravies bubbling, cinnamon toast broiling
the morning coffee boiling and perking and dripping
and sugar iced tea pouring from a far bellied stainless steel pitcher
into sweating glasses.
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GRACE (CD)
by
Barbara Bullard
(and in a part of the country where IMAGE is everything...
please note: Barbara is blind)
Read more about her and her work here...
About Poetry (SoCAL) Website...
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Thursday, November 22, 2007
FLORA AND MORE-A!
Once the morning fog lifted on the first day here in Long Beach, it was easy to recognize the difference in climate between here and the Adirondacks! The colors, although fading because of the approach of California 'winter', are still magnificent!
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