The other day, after Keith and I were finished with our raw milk rally, we walked around the Bucktown neighborhood of Chicago . We found the best book store, called Myopic. http://www.myopicbookstore.com/ The visit made me think, and now...
I have a confession to make. I'd appreciate it if you would keep it between us.
I read poetry
It could even be said that I like poetry
A long time ago, in a land far away, I wrote some poetry.
Last night, I wrote a few more poems. Afterwards, it became very clear.
Well, really not so clear is it? Wonder if it was a camera thing or an operator thing? Anyway, poetry wise it became clear I have nothing in common with Yeats talent wise.
So I switched gears and several decades, and bought the Juno Charm written by Nuala Ni' Chonchu'ir
http://www.salmonpoetry.com/details.php?ID=243&a=208 A beautiful book of poetry that I read cover to cover in one sitting. Turns out I have tons in common with that poet...
we're both woman. What are the odds of that?