I loved the peach, but after a year, I was ready for a change.
There went Sunday night. :)
It's poem Sunday again, but I'm tired, so it's going to be a little one.
Tired Sex by Chana Bloch
We're trying to strike a match in a matchbook
that has lain all winter under the woodpile:
damp sulphur
on sodden cardboard.
I catch myself yawning. Through the window
I watch that sparrow the cat
keeps batting around.
Like turning the pages of a book the teacher assigned --
You ought to read it, she said.
It's great literature.
5 comments:
I love the color, but I wish the background behind the text could be a plain gray. The little blue bits make it a little hard to read.
Keep the background background, though, it is gorgeous!
Thanks, Amanda. I'll work on it. The gray sometimes fades away.
I love it.
Also love the glasses on the new profile pic!
I like the wallpaper in the background, but also think a more plain version of the text background would be nice so it's easier to read the body.
LOVE the blue flowers in the back! Very nice!
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