Monday, February 6
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I dash outdoors so I will know
a little more about the day -
I stride forth filled with the whiff.
What's to know is always a little to the left,
deep in the vine-covered hole of a hedgehog down
by the mossy stump. If something is impaled down there
I want to know. I don't mind throwing myself
into the cistern of the Middle Ages.
 - Mary Ruefle









  • ". . . as I have said often enough, I write for myself in multiplicate,
    a not unfamiliar phenomenon on the horizon of shimmering deserts."
    - Vladimir Nabokov