These are so great. Flophouse should get used more often, as a word and as a concept. As far as what's frozen in your beard and mustache -- tasty snacks for later?
(I often think of this Edward Lear poem in terms of my hair:
There was an Old Man with a Beard
There was an Old Man with a beard,
Who said, "It is just as I feared!—
Two Owls and a Hen, four Larks and a Wren,
Have all built their nests in my beard.)
Also, that's a wonderful photo and so glad to see you properly fêted.
This one, this one. 2023_1126: “So much to do and nothing that can’t wait another day or two,” Nookomis whispers as she gestures me outside to sit with her.
This is always my favorite post. I admire your dedication to these sentences which are intimate, lovely, true, and sometimes funny. Enjoyable in layers for me. I think about seeing your stacks of Field Note notebooks rubber banded together when I was in your poetry class! I come back to reread them throughout the week.
Love this, "mist like rain suspended midair over Highway 13. "
I am active in my community and often get hammered that I have not been here long enough.I have a few sassy comments but I thought of a new one. How long do you have to be in a place to be concerned about the place?
Inspired by Chris’ lines, I roust my pencil off its lazy place where it rests, breathless from endless annotations of text I’m supposed to impart to the distracted minds of would-be teachers and try to write one real sentence. Also, all hail guitar solos. My son & brother recently insisted I check out the band, The Sword. Many great blistering guitars. How did I miss these guys?
2023_1120: Tragic when traversing north into one of the most beautiful places on the planet feels like slipping stealthily behind enemy lines. Such a perfect description of how I feel looking east from the Wallowas.
The laughing Chris LaTray image makes me smile
These are so great. Flophouse should get used more often, as a word and as a concept. As far as what's frozen in your beard and mustache -- tasty snacks for later?
(I often think of this Edward Lear poem in terms of my hair:
There was an Old Man with a Beard
There was an Old Man with a beard,
Who said, "It is just as I feared!—
Two Owls and a Hen, four Larks and a Wren,
Have all built their nests in my beard.)
Also, that's a wonderful photo and so glad to see you properly fêted.
This one, this one. 2023_1126: “So much to do and nothing that can’t wait another day or two,” Nookomis whispers as she gestures me outside to sit with her.
"Social hangover mediated by abundant and lingering gratitude." :) Thank you for this!!!!
I am reminded of previous entries and the "Poet Laureate of emails." Again with that last line though...killing it.
"It is becoming apparent I cannot be trusted anywhere they are selling beaded medallions" made my morning, thank you Chris.
This is always my favorite post. I admire your dedication to these sentences which are intimate, lovely, true, and sometimes funny. Enjoyable in layers for me. I think about seeing your stacks of Field Note notebooks rubber banded together when I was in your poetry class! I come back to reread them throughout the week.
Love this, "mist like rain suspended midair over Highway 13. "
I am active in my community and often get hammered that I have not been here long enough.I have a few sassy comments but I thought of a new one. How long do you have to be in a place to be concerned about the place?
Always a delight to read these sentences, Chris— thank you for sharing them!
I think this might be my favorite of the months of sentences!
Inspired by Chris’ lines, I roust my pencil off its lazy place where it rests, breathless from endless annotations of text I’m supposed to impart to the distracted minds of would-be teachers and try to write one real sentence. Also, all hail guitar solos. My son & brother recently insisted I check out the band, The Sword. Many great blistering guitars. How did I miss these guys?
I'm right with you in Whitefish....what I hear in my head as a response are the sonic opening chords of Rumble by Link Ray...
2023_1120: Tragic when traversing north into one of the most beautiful places on the planet feels like slipping stealthily behind enemy lines. Such a perfect description of how I feel looking east from the Wallowas.
That was enjoyable. I will have to try it. Thank you
What absolutely high- grade nuggets these are! Looking forward to more! Thank you!
That last one. Only religion we ever need right there.