Chris Walsh (chris_walsh) wrote,
Chris Walsh

Repost in the Morn


In more-tired moments than this, I hear "Good morning" and flash on a time at a summer camp (in the middle of Virginia, 1987) when one of the camp-runners said to the group "Good morning!" and another guy in the camp yelled "What's good about it?" Sometimes -- only occasionally, thank goodness -- I feel like saying that.

Though I'm not awake enough to be sure it's a good morning or not.

In the meantime, I wanted to link you to an entry I'm proud of from yesterday, about being a poet. And showing it. Because I'm knowing it.

  • Meat-Ghost

    Meat-Ghost by Christopher Walsh, 11/13/2023 Becoming a Meat-Ghost: unseen, untracked, You and UnYou, seemingly There and Not-There at once, a…

  • Be a gentle giant

    Pickups. Sprinter vans. Vans (not as big as sprinter vans). Diesels. I had had, I think, no experience driving any of these before December 2018,…

  • I CAN WRUTE. WRITE, I MEAN. WRITE. (Damn you, misspelling.)

    Random, huh? *grins* Saturday seemed like a good night to spend some time in a booth at the bar (Old Gilbert Road Tavern, a few blocks away), but…

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