Though you probably already know, Free Neil Gaiman poetry Neil Gaiman, creator of Sandman and author of the wonderful novel Anansi Boys has two poems in the most recent volume of the online magazine Spiderwords.

The poem below, Cuando muere una lengua, is an Aztec poem. I encountered it from one of the many RSS I read which pointed to this essay about When a Language Dies. The English translation is by John Ross. Interesting reading, both the poem and Ross' thoughts.Cuando muere una lenguaWhen a Language Dies Cuando muere una lengua ( Read more... )

While not strictly Halloween-ish, today's recording talks about some of the things that we celebrate during this season, the passing away and change that is life. It is a poem by a friend of mine, Maryamie Scoble, whose work I've written about many, many months ago and who has finally started a blog (the syndication of which is in my FL of course ( Read more... )

A poem that is resonating deeply in me today. I may have to write about this.
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living ( Read more... )

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No mountain high today.
Simply flattish highway.
Covered with clouds.Fog.
No way to see
Too far ahead.
Lights on for safety.
The sun,
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Every day we greet anew
And are offered choices.
Some days,
Like the endgame of a chess match,
Our choices are proscribed,
We are forced to do things,
Based on choices
Made in our yesterdays.
Other days we face a choice
And know it irrevocable
And ponder long which way
To send forward our life
Knowing we will look back
Wondering
Was that choice best?

Sometimes we ( Read more... )

Who are you?
For that matter
Who am I?
I have spent a lifetime
Answering that question...
To know me you have to understand my life
But I can't explain it to you
I don't understand it myself.

Sometimes I live my life
Other times my life lives me
And occasionally, I just exist
My autonomous reflexes keeping me breathing
My heart beating
My brain active though ( Read more... )