I remember a lot of shoveling as a kid--so glad I left my shovel behind me--August is a pretty deep month, though--good luck.
Keep writing! I love your stuff!
Charlie
My knees are all scarped and this new moon is round
I've eaten my pride in pennies and pounds
So what if tomorrow comes with entrails
I'll leap into Autumn and race the snails
Be there before Christmas then try to remember
The folks that I raced back in November
I found myself, while reading your poem, toes on the starting line and grooving a rhyme.
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
Upon shoveling, I solve problems... other than mine.
Axilea
Keep writing! I love your stuff!
Charlie
Be safe,
Karen
I've eaten my pride in pennies and pounds
So what if tomorrow comes with entrails
I'll leap into Autumn and race the snails
Be there before Christmas then try to remember
The folks that I raced back in November
I found myself, while reading your poem, toes on the starting line and grooving a rhyme.
I dig your pens.
Susan