Enga mellom fjella

Flocks of solitudes

...surrender.

I'm reading Sappho's Gymnasium by Brumas and Begley (1994) and finding it difficult due to style. There are some good lines and images though. I found the above exquisite.

Finished My House, poems of Nikki Giovanni; August Strindberg's play Miss Julie, and Alicia Hokanson's book of poetry.

I'm reading James Welch's Winter in the Blood.

Me:

I tend to have nightmares anymore. The peace of a dream where a beloved friend dies in my arms was welcomed.

In real life, I'm taking it s.l.o.w. We are in the midst of a mini-heat wave. 100º isn't fun with south facing windows and no a/c. I'm fine but I do very little ...or less.

I manage.

But those flocks of solitudes... do not wish to surrender.

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