Tuesday, January 27, 2009






I am glad I have people I can return home to, who really want to know what the hills looked like.


I read the entire collected George Oppen. I read the San Francisco poem in San Francisco and read the New York poems at a coffee shop in Echo Park.
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MARY said...

Everyone at Paradise Cottage misses you so much. I love you. BFFFFFFF
P.S. I am boycotting terrible jokes and Sunday brunch until we meet again, my love.
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January 27, 2009 at 11:07 AM

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