The Blur of Days

Tanguy Another cloudy, blurry day, cold by Houston standards.  To post this painting by Tanguy is a bald-faced attempt to romanticize the weather.  But then what is weather for, if not for that?

Enjoyed chatting with poet-friend Lauren over lunch.  She talked a lot about couplets, a form that she’s never used in a poem, but has many ideas about, nevertheless.  She loaned me her copy of NEST by Mei-Mei B.  Now I’m preparing for a writing workshop in which we will read, among other things, Degrees of Gray in Philipsburg. 

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