There is always something to be made of pain ( Read more... )

Anais Nin says, We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospection.

My New Year post came so late because, I didn't want to join in on the January 1 New Year posts.
Also, I was trying to live that holiday transition as much as I could, staying away from the PC and actually being with people.

I remember saying last New Year's that 2009 ( Read more... )

Jeeps and buses were for going somewhere ( Read more... )

See how the first dark takes the city in its arms ( Read more... )

The River Merchant's Wife: A Letter ( Read more... )

Troubled Summer ( Read more... )

MEDITATIONS AT LAGUNITAS

All the new thinking is about loss ( Read more... )

After the Grand Perhaps   
by Lucie Brock-Broido

After vespers, after the first snow
has fallen to its squalls, after New Wave,
after the anorexics have curled
into their geometric forms,
after the man with the apparition
in his one bad eye has done red things
behind the curtain of the lid & sleeps,
after the fallout shelter in the elementary school
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Comments are very much welcome. I feel like this poem is just a different take on idiosyncharctic love affairs. Trash? or Tailor and then keep ( Read more... )