This is just to say.
Because the peaches were not ripe, I filled tomorrow's pie with blueberries.
posted by Dr. S at 6:38 PM
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Because the peaches were not ripe, I filled tomorrow's pie with blueberries.
About Me
- Name: Dr. S
- Location: Gambier, Ohio, United States
Annie Dillard could have been writing about me when she said (of herself), "I like the slants of light; I'm a collector." Or Willem de Kooning: "I'm like a slipping glimpser." And don't forget Brenda Ueland: "I learned that you should feel when writing, not like Lord Byron on a mountain top, but like a child stringing beads in kindergarten--happy, absorbed and quietly putting one bead on after another." But the Beastie Boys might have said it best: "When it comes to panache, I can't be beat." There's a reason I wear a ring that says Badass.
Back
- Play me a beautiful melody.
- In recognition of the perhaps brief arrival of sum...
- What I am seeing.
- That crazy raven.
- Impertinent bird.
- All you need to know.
- Brain clutter.
- Petulance all over again.
- Set in.
- How you know it's bad.
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