February 2008
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Snapshot Poem
Another soggy day, air thickly inhabited with portents of coming change. There, at the edge of the visual field, the far distance of the audible wave, a motion, a whisper just caught by diminishing senses. A touch at the earlobe, a flicker on the eyelash. I brush it away with my fingertip. Continue reading
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Quiet
Photo by Cousin Sue Pinkerton Yes, as a few of you have noticed, I have been quiet lately. I’m not writing — but I am reading. I’m reading: Warped Passages: Unraveling the Mysteries of the Universe’s Hidden Dimensions The universe has many secrets. It may hide additional dimensions of space other… Continue reading
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Snapshot Poem
Photo by uncle mike in knoxville Lunar Eclipse Snow Moon, Hunger Moon,for too long, the lardershave been empty. The dead come to us in dreams. They speak but we cannot hear them. The woods are quiet. Only the hiss of spiders in the snow. The fire is banked. The children sleep.Cold sighs at the door.… Continue reading
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Boo. Hiss.
It is possible to do everything right — to get the flu shot, to eat your fruits & vegetables — and still get the stomach flu. It is possible to recover from the stomach flu, only to come down with a cold. It is possible to write with the stomach flu, as one’s head is… Continue reading
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Valentine
. . . and a poem from Anne B. Grote: Valentine Evening Roses, wine, your loveWe are like aging seasonsas the lutes play on Do you have a Valentine haiku? Add it in comments — or email it to me — and I’ll bring it up to this post. Any kind of haiku is… Continue reading
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