how we get through the novemberries

file under: old poem thing::::::::::this poem hangs in my mom's room; i think i wrote it as a teenager? or maybe earlier, or later file under: owl gift#1:::::thank you melissa--now it gleams by me as i write

file under: found a cool thing under my nose:::::somehow peter hid the fact that he had this typewriter from me! but, now i know. and sometimes i sit & write. lately, a series with map in the titles of each, probably because i'm thinking on this collaborative project. . .

file under: owl gift #2::::::::jen thanks! and see the green owl shirt fits perfectly. plus, sometimes this one picks up the phone and says clearly HI or YEAH?

file under: what it is to be the november woods in iowa::::shown here with hickory hill creek and appropriate dusk feel