Spacing out at the library after working on a copy-editing job… According to my computer screen I have Very Finnish Problems or maybe it’s just SAD (not sure if it’s the disorder or the campaign-tweet interjection) If the former is true I have 25% Finnish problems the rest is that part of the year where [...]
Tag: leaves
Frontispiece (A poem)
A bit of stream-of-consciousness writing while watching an episode of Sleepy Hollow… Mint fresh stretched out beyond The Capricorn tunic lit by the lantern’s glow History’s marks bind us together as they tear us asunder Quizzical looks mask hurt feelings False verses Spanish chains Split type stack demands contained herein to consecrate ambiguity for the sake [...]
After the equinox (A poem)
Up too early—a bit chilly this morning… Rain has returned the air grown cold Time to close the windows and warm up the blankets Autumn does not pretend to be what it is not It knows its light grows dim as the days grow shorter and the bare trees in the courtyard reveal their secrets while [...]
Autumn festival (a poem)
I hate nature poems—so of course I end up writing one (or something resembling one)… A commotion arises in the treetops waving and whispering up and down the banks The anticipation is palpable its energy practically crackles in the air Even the jets passing overhead cannot drown it out The festival will soon begin squirrels [...]
Weird dream stuff (December 2014)
I had a very strange dream last night/this morning… Some state agency did a study of the water supply in my area. The official conclusion was that blocking a particular waterway would increase the overall water supply. The state's Department of Transportation signed off on it, and a date was set. The day came. Although [...]
brittle (a poem)
Working from the Cat Coule poetry writing exercise at http://youtu.be/adjE0ptY0FA. (Back then, I looked forward to eating hot dogs at the game…) My dad and I used to park behind the museum, then we’d walk across the bridge to the stadium, the crisp leaves crunching under our feet— crimson figures disintegrating on the frosty graphite ground. [...]
