
we have no perfection…
Paradise!
. . . . . . . .
The OED word of the day for the erasure poem is 'complacence.'
Peggy and I braved January cold winds to face YUPO en plein air in Lincoln Park.
My damn model wouldn't hold still.
(lately) I grab the past
I believe in
Right now I am listening Back
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Today's post is from a different source. I got tagged, and rather than make the requested list, I have made an erasure poem|commentary from hers.
Besides, it's too early for the OED and I'm certainly not going to revisit 'degranulate.'