they sparkle
two dark eyes
in the brown face
We take the slow way home through solitary farmland and small towns.
black fields
and then a white house
no lights on.
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, January 17, 2010
Winter Journal: Haibun #1
Tandoor: crowded tonight! We drink beer, toasting our dead relatives. Before leaving, my husband puts on his white hat. A small boy watches him from another table.
We take the slow way home through solitary farmland and small towns.
We take the slow way home through solitary farmland and small towns.
thank you..
ReplyDeletei like your writing a lot..
i would love for you to read some of my stories if you find the time.. : )