I'm a University Lecturer in English and the author of a novel, The Secret of Hurricanes (MacAdam/Cage 2002). My life is summed up by Rumi, who said: "My story gets told in various ways: a romance, a dirty joke, a war, a vacancy." Rumi's quote is the epigraph to Hurricanes. The purpose of this journal is to explore creativity and the writing life.
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Sunday, December 28, 2008
Haiku #104
Summer nest in winter tree-- I think of you tonight. It is my dead mother's birthday.
Sorry for your loss. Assume it was awhile ago. Still you never get over it.
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Gretchen
Thanks, Gretchen. Yes, she died in 1999, but often the loss feels fresh.
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