a poem I read in England and D-Quad for December

One of the days that Louisa took me around the cute little town of Lewes, near Brighton, we went into a fabulous bookstore…danger, danger, I"m thinking of my luggage and the return flight home!

I could have bought several books, they were so unique and beautiful and different than many bookstores in the US, and and… but I contained myself, grabbing the new Tiniwaren CD, while leafing through many pages. I opened a poetry book by Peter Abbs, The Flowering of Flint, and the first page I turned t...