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The Passenger

“I’ve had them all in here, you know,” the cabbie started both the meter and the engine. “The stories I could tell you – were I not the soul of discretion, of course! 406 more words

William Stafford

You Reading This, Be Ready

Starting here, what do you want to remember?
How sunlight creeps along a shining floor?
What scent of old wood hovers, what softened
sound from outside fills the air? 88 more words

Poem

Why I Am Happy

Photo: Dandelion, Tahoe City, CA

Why I Am Happy

Now has come, an easy time. I let it
roll. There is a lake somewhere
so blue and far nobody owns it. 191 more words

USA

Praying with Fringes 02/03/16 - there are comings and goings from miles away

Ask Me
William Stafford

Sometime when the river is ice ask me
mistakes I have made. Ask me whether
what I have done is my life. 92 more words

Poems

The Poetry in Dreams (Part 2)

In my last post, “The Poetry in Dreams,” I promised to talk next time about how one “gets” a poem. Here is my attempt to deal with that topic. 636 more words

Links

Fantasy novel coming soon!

My 24th novel is due to be published soon.  It’s an epic fantasy, a bit of swords-and-sorcery with, I hope, an original slant.  It’s called… 1,125 more words

William Stafford

Mr Fish

“Who’s turned the thermostat up again?” Mr Fish tugged at his shirt collar. He twisted the dial to the left. One of these days, he’d have the thing moved higher up the wall to where no one could reach it. 454 more words

William Stafford