Memorial Day Weekend is About Over

   First, I love blackberries.  Last year i bought a small container with a small branch and leaves trying to me a blackberry plant.  It grew a bit, had a couple buds and produce one blackberry not was not confiscated by bird or whatever.  The plant went on to barely survive. 
Moved it to the fence and this spring it came alive in abundance. In this photo taken today you will note it's height and the abundance of buds and flowers coming out. I believe this is the beginning of a success story. 


I THINK ALL WRITERS DO THIS-

So, what writer has not been reading along in someone else's work and all of a sudden read a line and go, "WOW! I wish I had written that!"

​Several of my favorite writers have books that. have a few such lines in the.  I have started reading Susan Rich's book Gallery Of Postcards And Maps, published by Salmon Poetry. I am not deep into this book yet, I have been reading it kind of slow to savor the bits of language. Here are however a few of the gems from the book thus far...

• The phone blinks again and the foxes/murmur their timeless faces to th moon./I must change my life.
• I think of you as a radio frequency--/sometimes hard to find.
• You whom I've courted and worked to construct/in the lit room of a stanza.
  
• Female or male, orgasms arrive much the same. Is art/masculine or feminine? Highbrow or low?
  
• No one ever says amen to the speckled wallpaper,//
  
• I scan the code/in his crescent-shaped eyes. My eyes. DNA spiraling/ along a connected shoreline
  

MOOD:

Today my mood is sad. In part because due to the Uvalde, Texas shooting but also for some friends in need of a miracle as well. 

P.S. wrote a poem about the aftermath of the shooting. 

#LinesIwishIwrote. #Mood @susanrichpoet. #Blackberries

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