Yesterday in a fever dream I walked through a forest of strawberry cream – lay down upon a petal bed – swiftly sinking… sinking, sleeping… sleeping, walking… walking, waking… among the hellebores who hissed with dragon tongues and cursed me. Now…
I lived on the moon for a while With the dusty dune-dwelling sparrows And odd signs and symbols, ever-shifting. One time I saw a purple balloon That had made it all the way to the moon But mostly I dwelt…
One of these things is not like the other… The dissing of Dr. Seuss; Megxit; Avril Lavigne’s first hit: Pure magic: Yes, it’s a book “on dogs”. But mostly it’s a book about E.B. White. Hearing his voice this week…