Tuesday, April 29, 2014




In the process of installing some links and meandering through consistent, quality
writing on the Canyon Stone site, I came upon
this particularly telling piece by, canyon wren,
found @ http://canyonstones.blogspot.com/  
This site was recommended by p.l. wick,
who has an intuitively keen sense of
“the good stuff.”

While I rake up leaves
He still follows me around the yard
Brushing his face against my legs
I bend down to scoop up kisses

~ for Banjo ~

1/9/14
canyonwren

The follow-up story on this particular poem (and that is, poem, without the “quotation dits”) is particularly worth reading. You’ll find it on March 7, 2014 of Canyon Stones.
                    Indeed, for ~Banjo~  

Max tdc

                    


 A few selections from another mountain writer…

Los Angeles to Santa Barbara
long hot hours
Saturday afternoon traffic

first-things-first
Fishermans’ Wharf
shredded crab in a paper cup
thick with cocktail sauce—

don’t forget the Coronas

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Hollywood Boulevard
beneath dripping awnings
night doves huddle

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lying on soft mountain carpet
I point out the Hunter,
Drinking Gourd and
Sirius the dog star
flickering in the indigo sky

Russell-buddy listens intently
ears cocked

my guess, to him
these words sound nothing
like truck-ride
McDonalds
or hamburger treat

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                                    p.l. wick