Book #68 -- Sharon Olds, Satan Says, 72 pages ( Read more... )

(to the tune of "On Top of Old Smokey")

On top of a heat pad
More pain pills I need
I'd cut my whole leg off
except that it'd bleed.

I'd pluck all the nerves out,
retract the whole spine
I'd teach it a lesson,
this bum leg of mine

I'd dig out this tumor
With fingernails deep
And maybe then I would
get some bloody sleep!

I have read the work of poets ( Read more... )

Cry of the Yukon ( Read more... )

THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks ( Read more... )

So here's the first of the poems I'm to write for the poetry spiral of my druidry studies. Of course it will be depressing -- I rarely write anything else. And it's the first thing I have written in about 2 years, so it's a little awkward. That said, I'm actually pretty happy with it.

Loneliness is like a swamp ( Read more... )

"This is in the end the only kind of courage that is required of us: the courage to face the strangest, most unusual, most inexplicable experiences that can meet us."

"Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something helpless that wants our love."

--Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

Primarily because I realised I don't have any of this stuff online anywhere. These are all old poems that I've written, and I'll probably keep adding them as I find them on my harddrive.

"Sisters"

Oh you and I, we’ll be together
Forever and a day
We’ll dance among the purple heather
We’ll chase all our cares away

I’ll be the bush and you the ( Read more... )

"Loving does not at first mean merging, surrendering, and uniting with another person (for what would a union be of two people who are unclarified, unfinished, and still incoherent--?), it is a high inducement for the individual to ripen, to become something in himself, to become world, to become world in himself for the sake of another person; it ( Read more... )

Pile high the hickory and the light ( Read more... )