And should you glimpse my wandering form out on the borderline
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.
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.

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Congratulations on the online publication, and the new DVD.
Lemon meringue shortcake sounds interesting--I'm trying to envision it, and failing slightly, which in the morning will no doubt seem ridiculous.
I hope the cold takes your advice and leaves soon.
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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.
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I've experienced what you've written here so many times, and I've never captured it like this (I don't know that I've ever written it at all, just watched). So, I'm very pleased to now have a poem to say this is the world I've just been through. I love so much in your images, the ferry curling back the harbor, parchment haze, the way I see the landscape receding and in that feeling the movement away, the sea breathing, cordgrass, tundra, and tiger stripes, craned with industry ... haha, I always do this ... I think to pull one or two images/word choices I love, and I write the whole poem.
Just thank you. So good to read this before I start my own writing today.
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