I was going through my hard copy map file and found several interesting items, including a USGS map of the Willow Springs region dating from the 1930’s. And this map, which a few of you may recognize.
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I was going through my hard copy map file and found several interesting items, including a USGS map of the Willow Springs region dating from the 1930’s. And this map, which a few of you may recognize.
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“Writings of a Mrs.” is to blame for this. She provided an example on her blog. The assignment was to write a backwards poem of a sort. Is it here. I mean, here it is.
Upend the bucket I, and
from the grass swarms
water up, pink all.
It catch I the bucket in.
Inside go I, then, backing.
The bucket from
the sponge take I, and smear
the water pink the floor upon–
Red, all red now,
turns the floor,
And soon into him back
seeps the blood.
Stands he. Face unslackens his.
Down looks he the knife at,
Swiftly, it from him I pull.
Fearful grows his face.
The blade wave I and
angry so becomes he.
My knife away put I, and
“Here doing you are what?” asks he.
But too late it is? Doomed are we.
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I dreamt last night of a friend of many years ago. Lost in an unending labyrinth of offices like those we worked in once, I made my way to more familiar territory and looked for him among the people there. Some seemed like him, at first, but a closer view showed them to be strangers. As I searched, it came to me that I’d not seen him in a long while; hadn’t I heard that he was dead? No, that couldn’t be. Then I recalled this waking world where it was so. He’d died in a far off place a decade ago. As I left the maze, I found it hard to breathe. I wanted to find someone to help, to tell them of the great loss that had finally sunk deep into my heart.
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