Wednesday, February 18, 2009


"...there are takers
even at this late date
still to be
as the fire sings
through the

From "Trollius and trellises" by Charles Bukowski


Fire still singing through my trees; feverish still, but back to work, etc. The Mur is doing fine; now, off for more broth and tea.


R.L. Bourges said...

ahhhh! I know chicken soup is a cure-all but plenty of lemon and honey in that tea is mighty fine, too.

(That line about Bukowski's 'machine-gun delivery' is right-on. You can almost feel his words crunching into the aluminum siding.)

Keep on feeling better, Lori.

Unknown said...

It's easier to enjoy being when your being is at ease. Don't work too hard too soon. Rest up, y'hear?

Pedro said...

I will surely try!

lowenkopf said...

Images; it's all in the images.