Wednesday, September 14, 2005

 

Since moving here, I read all my poetry on trains. And I write in in bed, just before the zzzzz sets in. And now, from this morning's trackbound homilies . . .

The Poetic Fragment of the Day:

I can smell your pancakes/and I will take them away from you.

--Joshua Beckman, "Leave New York"

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