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the editor

my pen, a lance, a sturdy sword
holds sway and slays
the errant word
a strike, a slash
then rest again
all power lies within the pen

ht.
1.14.10


it has not escaped my notice that my first three days of poems are all rather mundane in topic: weather, tea, writing implements. it will get better. i am just warming up. however, i really do enjoy the beauty and power of the details. st. theresa was not kidding when she said, "god is in the boring housewife stuff." (so, i paraphrase...) all the same, i do promise that this will not be a year of poems written at my desk.
have notebook (and fountain pen), will travel.