From This Corner of My World

Two days after my 64th birthday. One day after my first husband Robert’s. He’d have been 59. Unbelievable. He died at 36.
Two thrashers on the mailbox. I’m sitting here in my fave Japanese poly caftan, with peacocks and peonies. I wish I had 20.

Of concern to me:
Has Trump destroyed America?
Why can’t J. get a boyfriend?
What is my budget?
Does X. imagine we are on speaking terms?
Do cut pink lilies have consciousness as well as an almost cloying scent?
When will Rich finish the Le Guin book so I can read it? I bought it, after all.
Are there missing mysterious ways in which I should pump my career?
When this notebook is full, should I try to replace it or just pull one from my stash?
How far could I drive if I had to?
Will the new owner of the vacant lot ever clear the brush pile?
Were the skunks I caught living in that brush pile?
Were the skunks sad to be relocated?
Can skunks truly be said to sad or happy?
Can macrophages?
Can I?

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About Miriam Sagan

I'm blogging about poetry, land art, haiku, women artists, road trips, and Baba Yaga at Miriam's Well ( The well is ALWAYS looking to publish poetry on our themes, sudden fiction, and guest bloggers and musers.

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