uk poet sam ward reminds us of bunting's humility and greatness
while steve caratzas was tagged with multiples of the number four
was tickled by eileen tabios's email from poet dan waber's mother
and printed up and read this talk between poets barbara cole and thom donovan
later we go looking for a new car. i mean shopping for a new car. a new car, because nobody walks in california.
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the opening poem in my book-in-progress abt Hollywood is calld "I Walk from the House Where Carolyn Jones Died to the Garage Where Sal Mineo Was Murderd." grantd... that's a pretty short jog. but for the past 3 decades I've been visiting LA at least once a year & know all the small streets from Hollywood to Beverly Hills. there's no other way to learn a city. & since I've never driven a car I guess even if I lived there fulltime I'd still be walking those streets as I do the ones of Santa Fe.
whoohoo! there's nothin like a new car!
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