Hyacinths and Biscuits

Poetry is what gets lost in translation. -- Robert Frost

The poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese. -- Golbert K. Chesterton

I was reading the dictionary. I thought it was a poem about everything. -- Steven Wright

Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. -- Carl Sandburg

Joe Heller  

-- Kurt Vonnegut

True story, Word of Honor:

Joseph Heller, an important and funny writer

now dead,

and I were at a party given by a billionaire

on Shelter island.

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Summer of Black Widows

-- Sherman Alexie

The Summer of Black Widows

The spiders appeared suddenly
after that summer rainstorm.

Some people still insist the spiders fell with the rain


while others believe the spiders grew from the damp soil like weeds


with eight thin roots.

The elders knew the spiders


carried stories in their stomachs.

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