Thursday, July 8, 2010

We have / always been // a whaling / village. The temple / / is for the / whale fetuses.

all in my ID

odd

::

baby coats

they believed on him

we got lost

& found hemingway

poured a lil out for our hommie

a nice hike

yr root is my rock

hid from kids

g. on rock

view from up top

moss

3 comments:

Bill said...

Is the title poem one of your own composition? If not your mind, from whence does it come?

Bill said...

Oh please do tell. It is haunting. Beautiful. (bill@anthologist.org)

on being lean and vaudevillian said...

It's Norma Cole from her chapbook 12000 facts.