A gray rainy day today
the cherry trees are blossoming
the flowers taste like pie
Thursday, 27 March 2014
Wednesday, 26 March 2014
Tuesday, 25 March 2014
Monday, 24 March 2014
Friday, 21 March 2014
Thursday, 20 March 2014
Wednesday, 19 March 2014
This is a page from
the Bellingham Herald
in summer, 1942
also playing in my
next novel
See my old post for more on Moontide:
http://allenfrostlibrary.blogspot.com/2011/06/4-shacks.html
Tuesday, 18 March 2014
Monday, 17 March 2014
Today I was walking through
the library and I noticed something
missing. They took the radiator away!
I drew a picture of that amazing old
radiator for SAINT LEMONADE:
It's sad to see beautiful things get torn
away, fortunately it still survives on
page 102 of my book.
UPDATE: I found out what they did with
the radiator. Threw it in the dumpster!
Now they can cover the space over
with a wall...they obviously never
read Edgar Allan Poe's short story.
It's ironic that when I was drawing it
last summer, Paul Piper came up to me
and I told him I was drawing it before
they destroyed it.Wouldn't you think
something so magically historical could
be kept in a library as a reminder?
Thursday, 13 March 2014
Wednesday, 12 March 2014
BLUFFTON on the bus this morning.
A very beautiful book about one of my
heroes Buster Keaton and his childhood
summers in Michigan many moons ago.
At first I was worried that it might be
similar to the book I'm writing right now,
especially with the elephant on the cover!
But not to worry, it's a wonderful tale
all its own.
Last week I wrote to America's poet laureate
Ted Kooser, appreciating his life's work and
inspiration. I know he worked a long time
in insurance before he could make a living
as a poet. I told him I just got out of an
hour and a half meeting, kept comfort by
his beautiful book, Local Wonders. I just
got this postcard from him. A true gift.
As he says, "I always looked at my
insurance job as a means of supporting
myself as a poet, and that kept me going."
Ted Kooser, appreciating his life's work and
inspiration. I know he worked a long time
in insurance before he could make a living
as a poet. I told him I just got out of an
hour and a half meeting, kept comfort by
his beautiful book, Local Wonders. I just
got this postcard from him. A true gift.
As he says, "I always looked at my
insurance job as a means of supporting
myself as a poet, and that kept me going."
Monday, 10 March 2014
Friday, 7 March 2014
Tuesday, 4 March 2014
Plumbing Follies continues...
That kitchen sink, the bane of my life,
tried once again to lure a plumber.
I even called one, but just as I was
digging deep into my wallet
Eric called and offered to help:
Going under my house has become
a second home to us, all those tree
roots biting into your knees as you
shuffle in the dark among the pools
of leaked swamp water and there was
the culprit...the dripping water pipe.
Of course the pipe was rusted tight
and I got the pleasure of using Eric's
reciprocal saw or The Widow Maker
as it's more commonly known.
Fortunately, the operation was a success
we installed a new eight foot section of pipe
and got out alive. I'm very thankful to Eric
for his help and in his honor, here's
the drawing of his alley that appears in
SAINT LEMONADE on page 38:
Sunday, 2 March 2014
Spent Saturday fixing the kitchen sink.
After taking it all apart and cleaning the pipes
I had to call Eric to borrow a snake. (That's
a drawing of his alley that appears on page 38
of SAINT LEMONADE.)
Note the bungee cord--it's a quality job.
Not calling a plumber means the money saved
can go to printing my next book,
a big collection of poetry.
a big collection of poetry.
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