Yesterday, Eileen and I went to the beach and then picked up take out from Margaritas. Then before PBS newshour we watched episodes of “The Reservation Dogs.”
So far I am enjoying it. I especially like the humor in it.
Today my daughter, Elizabeth, and grand daughter, Alex, will visit. That should be nice.
I know I said I would share poetry yesterday but I ended up not doing any blogging.
I am continuing to read Foster’s City Terrace: Field Manual. He does not disappoint. His poems are brutal and beautiful and seem to me to be carefully and exquisitely constructed. Unfortunately I can’t find anything of his to share online.
Two from the new Poetry Magazine.
Two from March 14th New Yorker