HARRY CREWS R.I.P.

crews at his most militantly oddball.

i think mr. death likes him just fine now.

EARL SCRUGGS R.I.P.

more on mr. scruggs later. for now, this little piece of genius will suffice.

ADRIENE RICH R.I.P.

poem by clayton eshleman

CAT BLISS

RITES OF SPRING

i'm assuming we'll still have some winterish weather but the cats know what they know & hodge is pretty sure spring has sprung. unlike merce our bob-tail country cat, hodge's coat is silken & doesn't keep the cold out as much as merce's velour-like coat. hearing hodge do her rebel yell when she bounces out to the warm wedge of sun that cuts across our balcony is one of those things that makes having animal companions so rewarding.