And should you glimpse my wandering form out on the borderline

[sovay]

Happy birthday, ungodchild!

My poem "Migration" is now online at Lone Star Stories. It was written in 2006 as an exercise in mainstream poetry, which failed, but I'm not complaining about the results.

Two nights ago was a DVD sale at Barnes & Noble. Guess who now owns Criterion's 1938 Pygmalion? I should probably write something more eloquent about this film than sorry, Rex Harrison.

Today was my grandfather's birthday observed; my aunt Naomi is in from San Francisco, and my brother and his fiancée crashed earlier this evening. To anyone who has ever wondered if it's possible to make a lemon meringue shortcake, the answer is yes, but it has an incredibly short lifespan.

This cold should buzz off, please. I have things I need to do.

Comments

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

I like your lines on the halt of Canada geese (sentinel and ten pilgrims), and also this one:

The eastern moon hangs higher than the sun.
The roads thicken homeward, clotting

Especially that second line; I loved that.... keep turning it over in my head.

[sovay]

Especially that second line; I loved that.... keep turning it over in my head.

Thank you!