Where be ye going you Devon maid
And what have ye there i’ the Basket?
Ye tight little fairy–just fresh from the dairy
Will ye give me some cream if I ask it–
A teaser: More portraits of J in progress. Who could ever tire of that profile?
A pleasant afternoon at Blackstar Coffee, where sugar pots are tied with tags of poetry penned by the poet in residence.
And a sky full of golden orbs who keep a safe distance in their Web City.