a conversation

so i get out to get some food and stop to watch some starlings on their worm-hunt. behind me there is a kid coming from school talking to his grandfather. grampa asks [meaning starlings], ‘what birds are those?’ the kid screams happily, ‘penguins!!’ so much for education these days. (i’d not mind penguins in this […]

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when i think of joy, i think of daffodils. and Wordsworth the poet has nothing to do with it. ok.. very little. i admire the combination of  fragility and durability in the flower. all those months underground, all this accumulation of foodstuffs in the bulb over summer, to sprout this one flower for this brief […]

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