Intended as a repository of photos, poems-in-progress, and news, The Jane Day Reader will blare and babble, bubble and squeak, semi-regularly.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
I have no idea what mushroom this is. It reminds me of a handful of rind, or worse yet, a heart. It's all bloody tissue and no artifice. But I get a secret thrill every time I spy it in the underbrush.