Lately (after D)

I listen to Kathleen Battle but would rather listen to Maria Callas, whose cd I can't find.

I eat couscous in honor of summertime.

The afternoons fill with storm.

Flowers in the park are huge and red and having bloomed.

My moods swing like fists in a ring.

I've become a lover of Norwegian humor (Elling!).

Writing is strange- is a stranger.

Nighttime visages I bring with me from dreams and misplace into my bedroom.

I'm glacially rereading Middlemarch.

My new neighbor walks around naked and invites a girl over who is also naked. They do things.

Fear and Trembling.

Children chase yellow busses; yellow busses chase children.