Sunday, November 05, 2006


This weekend I pleaded successfully with a poetry editor to let me edit a poem she previously accepted by inserting in the word "squiggly."

"Squiggly." It was a matter of utmost urgency.

Ach -- these dire emergencies that make the Fallen Angels pee forth their golden giggles...

As to other matters, Achilles repeated several times today, "Mommy, I love you." And the sun shone gently....but brightly over Galatea whose bounty, this weekend, also included two huge bowls of lovely persimmons from the orchard. I just ate this season's first sampling. It was delicate and sweet. Like _____.