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The Chocolate Chip Waffle
(Eating words & drinking poetry)
“Yes, light, there is no other word for it.” —Samuel Beckett
Monday, January 2, 2012
January
January: it was the most beautiful of words, she’d always felt, evoking leafless trees, eared grebes, and regret.
(Text: mostly mine, with a nod to
Alexander Theroux)
Photo: Dennis Hopper,
Billboard, Los Angeles
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