Tonight gideon sockpuppet, aka Dr Sock, dips in a toe. Picture this: it is a stripy sock-clad foot with individual repositories for each striped toe. And what will Dr Sock talk about in her little blog in the big global ocean of blogs? Hmmm. Writing. People. Love. Life. Art. And, of course, food. I leave you with the first few lines of a poem that I have just started. . . any suggestions about how to proceed?
memory becomes unanchored
did I climb to the birdman's tin shack
on a cliff above the river, two black eyes
blank toward tidal flats
each broken rung slippery
with tears or rain