I have a new laptop - well, a refurbished laptop - but it's a nice one - to replace the one I had that was on its last legs. This laptop is pretty nice- and surprisingly, I'm enjoying Vista. No complaints so far at any rate ( Read more... )

Am quite feverish today, with lungs full of fluid, and pain. Stupid dampness ( Read more... )

If you have Gather, please vote for my submission here - rate it ten stars if you like it, so I can be one of finalists for the contest!

All Aboard the Crescent Line
by Laura Cushing

1. Penn Station, NY
A Columbia University student
backpack on his shoulders
i-pod in ears, a going-home smile,
checks the schedule - all on time.

2. Market St ( Read more... )

I just read a poem that makes me want to write poetry again. Wow, do I like this poem. I want to write poetry again. Better poetry than I wrote before ( Read more... )

Decisions are made on cellular level,
tiny molecules broadcasting signals
critical damage refuses to heal.

Recovery gives way for alarm.
Defenses are raised; a wall of
repurposed skin grows thick.

Future invaders keep away,
for hearts too, scab like holes
like indifferent pieces of meat.

Got a poem accepted for publication, unexpectedly. It was one I submitted like... months ago, and I'd completely forgotten the submission until I got the email today.

It included this nice notation of what the poetry editor had to say about it:

"I like this. It's interesting that these sad lonely men made an impression on the narrator; it says ( Read more... )

The car is our vardo, our gypsy
caravan. We speak our words
for cheap bread and expensive
wine. We pray for the ins of
Ginsberg, the knack of Kerouac.
We are a living limited offer, our
infinity bartered for such a short time.