The old tree has died…morning notebook…

The old tree has died—
She lived for seventy years
I hold her last apple

In general its always morning for me
Even in middle of the damned night

“What’s morning like for the blind?”
“It’s opportunity you dumb fuck.”


If I telephone you later
I’m going to say the same thing
The lepidopterist has bad breath


Canio’s laughter as rendered by Caruso is bitter and sinister. No one has equaled that laugh on subsequent recordings.

The freedom of notebooks:
No more diurnal hernias


Ezra Pound who was a loony as a bag of fleas
Said “The Metamorphosis” should be read
As a primer on narrative—

Author: skuusisto

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

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