Photo: The Throne of Psyche (Mercer University Press, 2011. My poems are hanging out with a Hanoi water puppet dragon and a Deborah Guertze print.) |
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Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Retiring to my jeweled dragon-cave
4 comments:
Alas, I must once again remind large numbers of Chinese salesmen and other worldwide peddlers that if they fall into the Gulf of Spam, they will be eaten by roaming Balrogs. The rest of you, lovers of grace, poetry, and horses (nod to Yeats--you do not have to be fond of horses), feel free to leave fascinating missives and curious arguments.
Lovely display. Hope your eyeballs are faring well.
ReplyDeleteYes, they are. Not pickled enough yet. Too much going on...
ReplyDelete'Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers.'
ReplyDeleteToo much pepper in unexpected flavor bursts?
Sigh.....
Nothing pickled here as yet...
ReplyDeleteEyeballs are not nearly ready for the Piper. But that would be... pickled PEEPERS!
Tada!