Friday, April 17, 2015


Breaking it, as in breakfast.  On the balcony with toasted baquette, a smear of goat cheese, and sauted fava leaves with garlic, walnuts & cooked golden beets.

Sun to appoint.

Reading to enliven.

And a poem, tucked inbetween the scrubjay's beak.

1 comment:

  1. cp 191 crime scene 13

    in left drawer of desk:

    letter to brother for birthday
    (no mention of combination)
    pens, pencils, paper clips, rubber bands, lists of downloads
    and how much paid for breakfast
    key rings of other people
    packet of parsley seeds