These are also for uberdot, who, yesterday, asked:
Is it Poetry’s affinity with the broken/or yours?
Leave a comment
Posted in Uncategorized
I told uberdot there are no daffodils in the Sinai, but that I would seek the psychic equivalent when I was in Nuweiba in April. These are the results, plus a few miscellaneous, posted much later, from the rain, in Berlin.