Up early today (but not for Star Wars). It's very quiet here, this summer. Just birds and bells. Yesterday I hung from my porch one of those types of flowers that attracts hummingbirds; I've a hummingbird feeder hanging too, filled with its boiled nectar. I've always loved hummingbirds, little kinetic, emerald knuckles hovering, drinking. I hope I can get some to start coming here: I can see the feeder through the window when watching tv in the living room.
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Dreams about poems last night.
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I want to live in a world where zeppelin travel caught on.
About Me
- Paul
- Paul Guest is the author of four volumes of poetry and a memoir. His debut, The Resurrection of the Body and the Ruin of the World, was awarded the 2002 New Issues Poetry Prize. His second collection, Notes for My Body Double, was awarded the 2006 Prairie Schooner Book Prize. His third collection, My Index of Slightly Horrifying Knowledge, was published by Ecco Press/HarperCollins in 2008. His fourth collection, Because Everything Is Terrible, was published by Diode Editions. His poems have appeared in Harper's, The Paris Review, Poetry, Tin House, The Kenyon Review, and elsewhere. His memoir, One More Theory About Happiness, was published by Ecco in May 2010 and selected for the Barnes & Noble Discover Great New Writers Program. The recipient of a 2011 Guggenheim Fellowship and a 2007 Whiting Writers' Award, Guest lives in Charlottesville, Virginia.
2 comments:
Hummingbirds are beautiful. When my dad was very ill several years ago, he returned from the hospital but was still home-bound for some time. We bought him hummingbird feeders, and he spent a great deal of time watching them. He even had a ruby-throated one that would visit, which became his favorite because it would torment the others and take charge. Hope you have lots of hungry visitors!
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