I have whiled away the hours on this snowy day, this is to say I have naught to show for the time we’ve been apart; naught to show but me. Poems by Patty not in the 420 character, 9-line format, although, hey, I haven’t actually counted the characters in these poems. Hmmmm.

Thanks Atticus, for reading one of my favorite William Carlos Williams poems.

And, now, on this very snowy day (one of a series, a whole new genre of snow storms mayhap)….

I present to you two of my own “This is to Say” poems written back in the day with the writing group of Toni, Mary, and Ronnie. We collected our poems, bought 4 empty journals with the cover title of “Write It Baby!” and taped them in with pictures, as in stamp-booking. (Mary was our leader in this.)

3. And now Flossie Williams’s reply to William Carlos
 upon seeing the note he left her in the fridge. (A potential for another whole new genre: not only can we do “this is to say” poems we can do replies to this is to say poems. Ah. The wonder of it all.

   (crumped on her desk)

Dear Bill: I've made a
couple of sandwiches for you.
In the ice-box you'll find
blue-berries--a cup of grapefruit
a glass of cold coffee.

On the stove is the tea-pot
with enough tea leaves
for you to make tea if you
prefer--Just light the gas--
boil the water and put it in the tea

Plenty of bread in the bread-box
and butter and eggs--
I didn't know just what to
make for you. Several people
called up about office hours--

See you later. Love. Floss.

Please switch off the telephone.