Some general comments and two new, brief poems
It’s kind of amazing how strong wind storms can get in Santa Fe, NM. The sounds of the wind can get very loud and spooky, and I find it necessary to wear a heavy coat outside even in late April.
I had in mind today a poem by Emily Dickinson contrasting household chores with a bomb suddenly going off in the house. Instead just two of my own new poems.
“Eyeliner” by yours truly
I wear eyeliner, maybe because I am a liar.
Men are shocked when I am really a man.
Whatever. I do what I can.
“Blurred” by yours truly
Blurred the line.
What’s yours is not mine.
Su casa not mi casa.
And I am not your master.
This has been a disaster.