On this cold, rainy Los Angeles night as cloud piles move overhead and wind blows and rattles the windows of Moss Cottage, I deliver a poem. That I took the liberty of cutting into pieces. Because when I'm not cutting paper scraps I'm cutting up poems. Here.
God bless the experimental writers.
...help them as they
type away, knowing their readers
are few, only those who love to toil
over an intricate boil of language,
who think books are secret codes.
Every day they
tack improbable word onto im-
probable word...
by Corey Mesler
My sister sent me that poem. My other sister sent me a long envelope today. I thought it was a letter. Inside 2 security envelopes.
Goodnight. Back tomorrow with the winner of the giveaway!
Rainy and cold up here tonight. We've had a fire in the fireplace all day long.
Posted by: Janet | Monday, December 07, 2009 at 11:17 PM
Home sweet home. What a beautiful and inviting nest you have created.
Posted by: ~jolene | Tuesday, December 08, 2009 at 03:42 PM
the moss cottage is indeed inviting.
keeping dry in hollywood.
lewis
Posted by: Lewis | Tuesday, December 08, 2009 at 09:07 PM
I would like to take this workshop, but at my age (early 70's) I don't know what are "security envelopes", please explain!!!
Herm
Posted by: Hermila | Wednesday, December 09, 2009 at 01:40 PM
what a lovely photo of Chez Moss !
Posted by: Chris | Wednesday, December 09, 2009 at 06:46 PM
Moss Cottage GLOWS, like it's occupant.
Wish I was there sipping hot cocoa and schnapps.
Zero here in Colorado. Fifty below on the mountain passes when the wind blows.
I much prefer the glowing Moss Cottage.
Posted by: Lisa Hoffman | Thursday, December 10, 2009 at 04:05 PM