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Soothe the savage
Angry. Exasperated, stomping around. (And yes, I know, it’s ‘breast’ not ‘beast’ – although you can see why the mistake is always made, ‘savage beast’ is pretty good there.) Hard news, difficult news, and some distinctly bad news. Feeling as though the world is not friendly, not at all – several projects, so many of…
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Morning; and teaching
Bright, windy, very clear: beautiful. When I came here I was told that what I experienced (as this was the coldest place I’d ever lived – Washington, San Francisco, Los Angeles, Hong Kong, Adelaide – except perhaps Berlin of course, and this is probably even colder if less gray) as ‘cold’ was locally known as…
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The Move
This is actually my own favorite of all my poems, though it has not fared well in workshops. Perhaps I like it because the language and images are both exactly what I meant, and yet startling, even to me. And perhaps others dislike it because it is merely peculiar for them when I express an…
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Fin
End of a year. Another year, I suppose I should say – but the phrase "end of another year" has a tired, endless quality to it that I don’t like. Given as I am to worrying over the past and over what I haven’t done, or have lost, this of course would typically bring up…
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Absent / present
Sleeping incredible hours: a week lost to dreams – maybe not lost, the dreams aren’t unpleasant, there is plenty of food, and the house is kept clean, as am I. But a week where my life is passing in a dream world… a week where I am basically absent…. There have been times when I…
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Midwinter
The tree is a haze of small lights; I’ll keep it up until Epiphany, as usual. A cluster of candles, cinnamon and clove, melting to a puddle on a plate. The chicken casserole in the oven for such a long time – I added some chili peppers to the recipe, just enough to heat it…
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