Thursday, February 26, 2009
The way the disease took him by degrees, the body jettisoning what it could: his arms and legs, his grin, his laugh, his voice. – from “Traveling Through the Prairies, I Think of My Father’s Voice” by Neil Aitken
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
I didn’t catch the exact name of this exhibit when we visited the museum in January, and I can’t find it on their website, but the idea was, they’d taken wishes from people and printed them, and you could buy a wish ribbon with a small donation, and submit your own wish. They said things [...]
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Night is the true democracy. When day Like some great monarch with his train has passed, In regal pomp and splendor to the last, The stars troop forth along the Milky Way, A jostling crowd, in radiant disarray, On heaven’s broad boulevard in pageants vast. And things of earth, the hunted and outcast, Come from [...]
Monday, February 23, 2009
My Poem Rocks has published my “Hiccups.”
Monday, February 23, 2009
I dreamed I took the cat to St John’s Wood. “Is this a rescue mission?” Dunworthy said. “No, sir,” I said proudly. “I know what I was supposed to find in my practicum. The perfect survivor. Tough and resourceful and selfish. This is the only one I could find. I had to kill Langby, you [...]
Friday, February 20, 2009
Is it as plainly in our living shown, By slant and twist, which way the wind hath blown? – Adelaide Crapsey
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Scifaikuest has published one of my scifaiku.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Perhaps if we had not been so far from home and so vulnerable to loneliness, we should not have been so deeply moved. Many of us had seen the ruins of ancient civilizations on other worlds, but they had never affected us so profoundly. This tragedy was unique. It is one thing for a race [...]
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heap’d for the belovèd’s bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on. – Percy Bysshe Shelley
Saturday, February 14, 2009
The rain is making this rented tuxedo smell like a wet animal. My sister Rachel and my ex-girlfriend Maggie are standing outside the car while drops fall lightly on their newly done hair and their pink satin bridesmaids dresses. They’re looking at me like I should be unlocking the car, not staring at it from [...]
