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holy crap, I mean, hello
How I deal with 14 weeks of not writing: I spend 14 weeks steadfastly ignoring anything that reminds me I'm not writing ( Read more... ) -
Don't tell me what the poets been doing in the long grasses over time.
Don't tell me what the poets are doing,
Don't tell me that they're talkin' tough.
Don't tell me that they're anti-social...
Somehow not anti-social enough.
- Gordon Downie
( flash: In The Long Grasses ) -
maintaining mystique while facing forward
Things of note ( Read more... ) -
heart on my sleeve, not where it should be
Is there a word for people who still sometimes write poems with a recognizable rhyme and metre?
Is that word 'philistine'?
I wrote this last fall. ( poem: Interior Desecrator ) -
Well it's all right, as long as you lend a hand.
This is the single greatest ad headline I have ever read:
"Earthshod Tarot & Tea Leaf Readings donates 10% of profits from on-line sales from their site toward schizophrenia research! Gift certificates available! Spread the word!"
My serene sense of pervasive balance in the world, let me show you it.
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And you give yourself away.
I hate everyone who's ever existed, which is worrying only because I'm on moderately expensive prescription medication that's supposed to stop that from happening.
This is my eighth identity crisis. A couple more of those and I get a nervous breakdown. Eighteen more of those and I get a Stones song.
I don't know what all this is for, but I guess we' ( Read more... ) -
that bright, tight forever drum
The drug is called Lethe.
He gave it to her in small bags (the better to stash on your person, dear) along with a grin, but also a warning: You know the limit, kid. Don’t you ever go over it. I’d hate to have to scrape your corpse together so it’d be presentable for the funeral.
The name Lethe is supposed to be a derivative of an Oldeworld myth, ( Read more... ) -
Don't think, don't worry, everything's just fine.
By quarter past eleven you're way, way more worried than upset. Your pulse gets thin and weak like American beer.
The world could be ending and you'd be thinking up similes.
"What's it doing?" he asks, without looking up.
You shake your head. It's all you can do to keep everything else from shaking with it. He eventually glances over at you and you ( Read more... )