Sheeba's Old View from the Window

What happened? What's happening. Sheeba's view from the window. Mine, on occasion, from wherever. Yours, from ... where.......?

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Samiya Bashir’s books of poetry, Field Theories (Spring 2017), Gospel, andWhere the Apple Falls, and anthologies, including Role Call: A Generational Anthology of Social & Political Black Literature & Art, exist. Sometimes she makes poems of dirt. Sometimes zeros and ones. Sometimes variously rendered text. Sometimes light. She lives in Portland, Ore, with a magic cat who shares her obsessions with trees and blackbirds and occasionally crashes her classes and poetry salons at Reed College.

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Thursday, May 11, 2006

Imagine the cat wrote the blog

Imagine that the cat's name is Sheeba. She sits in the window all day. She has more time, so she does the blogging.

Imagine.

Now, I'll dip in and dip out.

Dip in with me. Dip out with me.

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So ... the cat used to talk a lot up in here. Backintheday.
Now, today, hereintheday, you and me will get to talking a li'l bit.

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