I love this poem to death.  I'm not sure why, except that if feels true to me.  And I love it.  And it somehow snuck its way into my now finished novel.  So here:

One Art, by Elizabeth Bishop
The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the ( Read more... )

Today, I have written a poem.  That is not something I have done recently.  Mostly because poetry is difficult, and I often feel I don't have the talent for it.  But I have finished it and I am reasonably pleased even though it is a drafty, ridiculous thing.  It is a poem about winter and darkness and witches, and I think it badly needs focus, but ( Read more... )

Today's happy things, to make up for yesterday's mopiness and general emotastic wonderfulness. :)

• I got to plant today-- calibrachoa, verbena, and two other things that I'm not quite sure what they were. Anyway, quite a bit of time was spent in the greenhouse, which is fabulous.
• It was amazing and warm today, and I pushed the season by wearing a ( Read more... )

Sky Forever Wide ( Read more... )

I've been inspired to write my own Nine Things About Oracles, and I thought I would share ( Read more... )

    I want to write poetry-- but I can't make the words come right.  It hurts a little, not to be able to make it work.  I have so much I want to say, both about my trip to the Wall, and Dave's death, and I don't know how to say it.  Prose doesn't work-- doesn't express how much both those things affected me, changed my summer, and changed me.  ( Read more... )

    So, I'm writing a paper for my English class that is a compare/contrast of two poems after reading and analyzing them.  And, I, being the silly girl that I am picked a poem by Wilfred Owen (who is one of my absolute favorite poets) and another poem by Siegfried Sassoon.  Both of them were marvelous writers, but god, the bitterness.  I'm writing ( Read more... )

Progress Notes: Iron and Bone

Words today: yesterday really, but 254
Words total: 6481
Reason for stopping: Fencing practice!
Darling du jour: For a moment, Thaddeus met her eyes. “I’m tired,” he said. “There is no point in fighting anymore.” He lifted a shaking scarred hand and folded his long fingers contemplatively. “Will it be quick?”
Typo du ( Read more... )

    You know that poem I posted a couple days ago?  Well, it's been almost a year since it happened, which might be why it's so fresh in my mind.  I can remember that night almost as clearly as I remember exactly where I was on 9/11, and the way some of my memories from DM come back.  It's unfortunate, because that time was both stressful and ( Read more... )

It is Dark When the Monsters Come

It is dark when the monsters come,
When breath grows short and tortured,
It is dark when the sirens cry
Their unearthly, ghostly song.
It is dark when the tears start,
Walking away from flashing lights.

They come under cold streetlights,
And at the door of the dorm they still come,
The tightness in her chest is about to ( Read more... )