This is just poetry. It won't save you, but it may locate you so that a rescue party can be sent out. — Dean Blehert

Monday, January 26, 2009


Two poems today--one for Monday and one for Tues:

"You seem depressed."
"No, just recessed."

Sme are in jail, the rest
under house arrest.
Nightly the authorities inspect
for dream tunnels.

Note on the first of them: Interesting how "recession," a glum word, relates to "recess," a hollow place or niche in a wall, but also time off from work or school, time to play (how unglum) or to be beat up in an obscure corner of the playground by the class bully (not so unglum).

IN TWO PREVIOUS MESSAGES I BOTCHED THE BLOG ADDRESSES. First I wrote them with an @ instead of a dot. Then I wrote them correctly, but somehow my software retained the old pointers, so that they didn't take you to the blogs. This time they'll work. Here they are:

I particularly hope some of you will check out the second one. It's got some interesting essays and poems, I think, but few have looked at them (poor promotion). It's getting lonely there.

Dean Blehert

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