I’m not here. I’m lost
in Varanasi. A world
Luke Storm opened wide.
Passage to India
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I’m not here. I’m lost
in Varanasi. A world
Luke Storm opened wide.
Site Meter tells me
my words are read in countries
I’ll never visit.
If everybody
blogged, we could not go to war
knowing each other.
Random strangers in-
tersect with few words, then sep-
arate like pulled threads.
props to kevin for this one
Many haikus wait
to be culled from your poems
Thin slivers of you.
Lunch with L. Trying
to find his path, he asks me
for my sage advice.
I’m sleeping on the
couch again. I write ’til late,
then collapse in place.
Who’d have thought? One name
mentioned in my blog would blow
page views through the roof.
Good man, but why did
he sell his soul to the Bush
Administration?
Pumpkin cheesecake in
the oven. Nutmeg, ginger.
Fragrant November.