Jack Kerouac
The Voice Is All
by Joyce Johnson
Viking 2012
Look at that face — the rough and the gentle — and for the very first time, at the hands of a woman, we may have the finest biography of Jack Kerouac.
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
WORD BRIDGE ~
Word Bridge
Keiko Izawa
Ed Markowski
petunia
father's first laugh
in the nursing home
k
spring sunlight. . .
in the baby's toy box
long lost key
k
cold morning. . .
the sound of pouring tea
fills the room
k
Earth Day
my grandsons plant
a banana Tootsie Pop
e
winter funeral
beads of holy water
freeze in mid air
e
Manhattan Sunset
the street magician's
first trick
e
heat lightning
the thin white line
left by a spaghetti strap
e
biting into cucumber
the mountain winds
touch my cheek
k
autumn breeze
a dragonfly skims sunlight
off the pond
k
filled bent rusty and wobbling
not a single drop spills from
the old monk's bucket
e
fog I embrace my remains
e
temple bell
the dust I kick up
sticks to me
e
pacific saury
the scent of ocean
in my dishwater
k
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