Notebook Again 

Cover of Planet of the and dog....

I climbed to the top of Helsinki’s highest ski jump and swayed with my arms out like a fluid moon-struck Jesus but I then climbed down again, thinking of my mother.


Boyhood: in the courtyard while the evening news came from the radio, I played with a wooden top and laughed because it sounded like my cat.


You don’t have to be well known. Repeat. It’s enough to read books and drink tea. Rain welcome.


I love small littered towns one sees from the train.


The sun in memory is always as strong as before.


Theodore Roethke. My buttercup.


Water shining through trees. What a bargain!


Blind I drive home through the glitter of moon-skin treetops.

Author: skuusisto

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

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