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Sunday, January 19, 2014

Winter Tanka

Sleeved in recent snow,
branches of the trees and shrubs
now seem transfigured,
shining like Taboric light
in the January gray.

68th Letter to a Poet

Awake till three, I tried reading Allen Ginsberg but overdosed on his naughty-boy language: baldpate sophomore. I nodded off to TV jaz...