The off-and-on-again blog of Ron Mohring, whose plate is almost always overfilled.
Ron,Enjoyed the poems, especially those "panicked plosives stammering from dirt—" and "What some call theft, / I call a knack for reeling in the orphaned of this world." Thanks for sharing the link.Sandy
Thanks, Sandy! I *saw* those swallows in Alaska (Anchorage), barrelling from their cliff nests as a low plane rumbled overhead, shaking the ground and causing rocks and dirt to cascade down the hill to where we stood...
Wonderful! I love "Mud Garden"
Hey Ron: nice work. "Skin" is my favorite. I get just enough of the story to feel frightened by it: "Relax, you said. I’ll / be careful, you said." Brrrrr.
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