Old Poems
Not back to writing here consistently by any stretch, but it's funny what one can find amid the crevices of one's computer. A second poem about Santa Monica - or really, the transition from the end of the 10 and the transition onto PCH:
All of which is a long way of saying this is one reason to write: To return, revisit, and recover something of what passed. Not perfectly, and never completely, but something.
All of which is a long way of saying this is one reason to write: To return, revisit, and recover something of what passed. Not perfectly, and never completely, but something.
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PS My name is Tamerlane, too. And my Russian friends call me Timura!
PS My given name is Tamerlane! And my Russian friends call me Timura!