#1
Well, hello. I don't know who to greet as I no longer know who is still around. I feel strange posting here, in a way. My writing is sparse these days. Here are a few short poems, for old times sake.

I.

There will be a day &
it will be nice;
Elsa will come to me,
wretch that I am,
with bright blue in her eyes to give me
all the love and sunshine.

II.

E., El, Eleanor!
There is a town, I’ve heard,
where flowers grow out all the
walls and in all the space of air
and everywhere, I cannot help
but think that you are at least
partially responsible for this.

III.

It is,
the feet
the fauna
flora;
immeasurable teaspoons of
a universe which you feed to me,
so carefully
lovingly.
Ah! my dear!
If I smirk it is you
If I show my teeth
it is you
If I,
for awhile,
disappear into the
myth of my
my-ness,
it is to find the garden
where you so often
pluck the tulips from my
eye-lids.

IV. (unfinished)

Farewell,
some sweet, Swedish mountainside,
exquisite Elsa,
& the hides of
lids your eyes
sheepishly swell
behind.

Farewell.
#3
Ahhh, I love reading you.
マリ「しあわっせはーあるいってこないだーからあるいってゆっくんだねーん 
いっちにっちいっぽみーかでさんぽ
 さーんぽすすんでにっほさっがるー 
じーんせいはっわんつー!ぱんち・・・


"Success is as dangerous as failure. Hope is as hollow as fear." - from Tao Te Ching