My little nursing home crusade bore some fruit. Maron brought up an email I sent him on Monday's episode with Dan Levy. I did an hour and twenty minute interview with WBEZ, Chicago's public radio.
I did what I could.
I'm moving to Vermont. A publisher friend invited me.
Here's a new poem.
THE GLEAM
What color is the sky as you try
To recall the best moment of
Your life?
What color your eyes in the
Gleam of a knife you hope
Is a dream?
What color your true love's
Hair when they first appear from
Ethereal nowhere?
~Michael Russell Jones
May 7 2020
Chicago
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stcyr:
Love the poem, as always, and good luck in Vermont. I hear it's nice there.
dudablivion:
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