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

[seajules]

I love that poem. Though the images are different in specifics, the rhythm reminds me of playing among the wharfs in San Francisco as a child, and on the beach used for PT while my mother shopped in the commissary.

[sovay]

Though the images are different in specifics, the rhythm reminds me of playing among the wharfs in San Francisco as a child, and on the beach used for PT while my mother shopped in the commissary.

It's still the sea: I'm honored. Thank you!