As I noted, way back.
- Stare at candle, unblinking, 15 minutes. (Learning to concentrate attention in preparation for meditation.)
- My ankle hurts, my eyes do blink, my body twitches
- My tongue runs away.
- 8 inches of snow by April 1. (The 36-incher hit a few days later.)
- It’s funny, I should go with the daughter of a cattle rancher and come out loving seafood and chicken livers.
- Title for a poem or collection? One Thousand American Fungi.
- I walk around in a shroud of music.
- Walking with my long hair past a barber shop, I feel guilty: the barber, reading magazines, no business.
- Why do girls use paper tissues, but guys prefer handkerchiefs?