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In the spirit of my friends Olga and Belinda and Elaine and Glenn, I'm throwing my hat into the ring and posting three poems a week AAAAND three photographs a week. They don't have to be good, they just have to be.
And in the spirit of writer Jane Pretto: "The most important part of me isn't clear for me to see I love painting and writing and my gosh! isn't it always a surprise."
It sure is.
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you like pinwheels.
the other day I was crazy sick and full of snot so I went to Washington Square to sit in the grass and play guitar. the codeine- flavored cough syrup they gave me proceeded to make me a little more dopey than usual, so I ended up rooted to the spot- with guitar and Bob Dylan biography- long through the day until dusk finally settled down on the spires of the cathedral. later, when I got back to the shelter, I sat on my cot and opened up my guitar case to discover a little orange-bodied ladybug crawling down the neck. it looked like a little berry not-quite-ripe. a stowaway! I chuckled to myself and showed it to the guy next to me... delicately picked it off and blew it off the palm of my hand where it clumsily fluttered to the floor. and then I sat down and played some more guitar (I get up at 6 AM everyday now and play in the subways. sometimes I'll play all day)
so I was playing for awhile when I noticed ANOTHER ladybug, this time crawling down the back of the case and onto the bed. and then another one making its way towards the pillow...
so anyway, that is kind of a long story but it reminded me of your friend Itzhak.
(it is almost your birthday!! I am am so much more excited about your birthday than I am mine)
deepest affection,
-J
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