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Meet Ms. Guess Can Gallop

I really enjoyed the interview with Heidi Lynn Staples at Here Comes Everybody.  Her poems rally me.  Here's one of them, first published in 3rd Bed:

Hang Up All Your Tragedies

They are, after all, fine art. Why don't you hang them— old forks dangled on fishing line, let the wind harangue them and you sit close enough to hear. Or in yesterday's yard on a pine in a sixteenth-century snow storm. Or to hold the past due bills on your refrigerator door. We are born on a ledge and feel most certain when we finger the noose. So it is difficult to imagine hanging up the hanging, folding all catastrophe into one soft ship, forgetting that origami contortion, while it floats.

by Heidi Lynn Staples

I've Been Having

Yes, I've been having way too much fun

browsing through the utterly cool free wallpaper

at veer.com.

Goldsworthy

The Dailiness of Writing

Although I might go months without writing poetry, I keep a journal and have done so since I was thirteen.  I posted a page of it, at Eduardo's request, a few months ago.

My daughter Pearl (age 20 months) keeps a journal too.  Heres a page from her notebood. I think hers is cooler than mine.

oPen 17

Write a sentence using the letter "O" at least 10 times.