me in the piazza

I'm a writer, publishing both as SJ Rozan and, with Carlos Dews, as Sam Cabot. (I'm Sam, he's Cabot.) Here you can find links to my almost-daily blog posts, including the Saturday haiku I've been doing for years. BUT the blog itself has moved to my website. If you go on over there you can subscribe and you'll never miss a post. (Miss a post! A scary thought!) Also, I'll be teaching a writing workshop in Italy this summer -- come join us!
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Dark sky

And I mean, charcoal, for a few minutes there; now it's pouring and the sky's white. Hope the squirrel nest waterproofing holds. Rain's been coming down in various ways since last night -- pounding, misty, drizzle, in sheets. River olive-colored and very high. Two mallards and two Gadwalls hanging around together, munching on whatever it is near the top of the wall they can't usually reach. A small group of Brant geese flew north, to see what was in the cove. These guys stayed behind; whatever was on the grass, she liked it, and he was guarding her. Assiduously: when a jogger came along, the male goose bobbed his head, a goose challenge, until the guy ran by. Got rid of him!

geese by the river

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