I hid my lord's story in the darkness of the earth siþþan geara iu - hrusan heolstre biwrah You said Where the horse gone? Where the rider? I hid my face, my lord long gone voyaging Where the giver of treasure? Gone deep and dark, places where - for people like us - some permanence … Continue reading wander
stood out, the thief in a mill, safer than mice in cheeses. if it please, then, he still didn't find it, that needle the traveler was peddling, pulling him back outside, boredom a dangerous enemy now met in a narrow street. skipped blithely by the praying pirate, and ran into debt for a little wisdom, … Continue reading Safe as Houses
Three squirrel call my yard home, I name them Taw, Khon, At - They require little tact, just seed and corn, and to be left alone. They tend to acorns, nuts, seem to have time enough to pause, read the sky, watch clouds scudding by. I watch them from window, doors. Just as minnows score … Continue reading An Egyptian Fall
....I'm working on something a bit bigger lately. Which means I may not be posting here, or, the opposite. I have this tendency to wander into a million side-projects whenever I start something significant - I'd like to think it's sort of like a sculptor chipping away at a big block of marble, and noticing … Continue reading So…..
Broken. All my words broken. Asunder and cracking. A slinger hurling stone against my forehead, Breaking me. I had one language; and this I began to do: Nothing was restrained from me, which I had imagined to do. Now, my thoughts, like a people speaking the same language, scattered. You came down. Confounded my language. … Continue reading Nimrod’s Lips
Who do I admire? Who inspires, teaches me - who blows my perceptions apart and offers me new ones? Not confessional writers. I don't find memoirs, or poetry that's purely about the poet, all that interesting. A Winged Dream was likely the last time I'll get that personal, and it was more about me getting … Continue reading The Master Stroke Against the Memoir
Somebody said "liven that thing up". I'm assuming they meant Writer Moe, and not my black suit & white button down ensemble. I think it's classic. Adding in a flowery tie would, in my opinion, be a horror. So, on the assumptive hope (although, isn't that redundant - hope always assumes something) that they were being … Continue reading So, Thanks, and All of That