Hello. Good morning. Welcome to Monday. I often have a hard time thinking up what I want to say in this space before sending you off to the links. We're going to try something new for a while, until I get bored of it: Monday Morning poetry. I get to use my English degree, you get something to read and contemplate while you drink your coffee. Take a deep breath and have a morning of zen. If you were wondering, yes, my parents are old hippies, I was raised this way. That doesn't mean it's a bad idea. For our first poetry day I'm going to start with one of my favorite writers, Richard Braughtigan.
Wilderness Walk: Inaugeraul Monday Morning Poetry Edition
