abandoned still–
broken mason jars
sparkle in the moss
exploring the cave . . .
my son’s flashlight beam
disappears ahead
morning calm . . .
heavy with frost the leaves
continue to fall
closing-out auction–
the farmer clenches the muscles
in his cheek
from Fresh Scent: Selected Haiku of Lee Gurga (Brooks Books, 1998)
by dagosan
three-years’ worth
of cobwebs — first,
he dusts off his Swiffer
[Sept. 27, 2005]
potluck
When a new novel called “The Lincoln Lawyer” was
mentioned on the radio this morning, I thought it must be about a lawyer
of admirable character. Instead, I learned that it’s Michael Connolly‘s entry
in the legal thriller genre, and features a criminal defense lawyer of less-than-
sterling character named Mickey Haller. who runs his practice from the backseat
of his Lincoln Town Car, as he travels between the courthouses of L.A. County.
Connolly’s a favorite of mine and I find the rave reviews for “The Lincoln Lawyer“
to be quite credible. His well-defined characters, realistic dialogue and procedures,
and tight plots should set the standard for legal thrillers. It’s available on
Oct. 3rd at your bookstore, and appears to contain a lot of good ethics hypos
for criminal defense lawyers.
Can anyone tell me why books are given different
covers inthe UK than in the USA? Compare the two for Lincoln
Lawyer here. The Lincoln Town Car speeding by in a blur in the
USA edition, but looks stationary for the UK.
Someone Googled Clarence Darrow’s quotation, “inside every lawyer is
the wreck of a poet” today, and I was pleased to see that the first result was for
an f/k/a post that blurbed about his birthday last April. Of course, we say:
“Inside every lawyer is a heck of a poet!” (potentially)