I am figuratively over the moon with this month's collaborations: Everything from the traditionalists to the modernists. And I'll save you a seat for every single thing (besides, who needs a chair when you keep falling down?).
Underwater
"What are you training for?" He asked. "I don't know. Life?"
Carpenter’s pencil.
They don't fit so well behind the ear, but lay flat in your back pocket.
Seamus Heaney, Acclaimed Irish Poet, Dies at 74
Heavy heart today. He was the first poet I ever loved. via Facebook http://www.nytimes.com/2013/08/31/arts/seamus-heaney-acclaimed-irish-poet-dies-at-74.html?smid=fb-share