About Elliot

Petr Ldin   saatchiart.com

Petr Ldin saatchiart.com

Let me see
where was I
when I thought
of telling you the tale
about the white Russian
[He was called a white Russian
because he was not a communist
but the son of an exiled capitalist]
His name was Elliot Snow at school
[Who knows what it was at home
He toted a pistol in his book`bag
in case he ran into red Russians]
I was just that German kid
he would take to Shinjuku
for black`beer & borscht
Haven’t thought of
him in years

Let’s see now
I seem to have
forgotten what
I wanted to tell you
about my Russian friend . . .

“The reason a writer writes a book is to forget a book,
and the reason a reader reads one is to remember it.” ~ Tom Wolfe

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About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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