Octopus' Garden

Saturday, January 07, 2006



In a cluster of dead trees there are many red-headed woodpeckers. If I stand very quietly, they become used to me and resume their percussive tapping. The trees have different notes, timbres, and tones, and each bird taps in its own particular rhythm. I close my eyes and listen.


The Wells Fargo Wagon or what-the-fuck-ever (I so love tmesis) finally arrived in South Dakota with my long-awaited contributors' copies of BLOOM! Wonderful poems contained therein by our very own C. Dale Young and Emily Lloyd. Yay!


S: You sound really happy.

Me: Thank you. I am.
posted by Artichoke Heart at 6:35 PM


Oh, I would love to hear those birds and trees right now. Thanks for the props on my poem in Blooom. Yours was truly fanfuckingtastic. [grin]
Blogger Emily Lloyd, at 9:39 PM  
Thank you Emily!
Blogger Artichoke Heart, at 10:56 PM  
Your poem in BLOOM really is a beautiful poem. I made Jacob read it.
Blogger C. Dale, at 4:50 PM  
Wow. Thank you again C. Dale!
Blogger Artichoke Heart, at 10:22 PM  

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