Hang it All, Robert Browning

Hang it All, Robert Browning

There can be but one sourdough. Inside poetry joke.


There were two Hopalong Cassidys.


Talking to the apple trees this morning.


I have read a good deal “in” the Frankfurt School. I still believe in defending us against storming passions and a terrible fate.


Great dream last night: tent, forest, island, believed dead “back” from where they’d been. Excellent camp fire.


I hope in my next dream I can eat a baked apple with Max Horkheimer.

Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University

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