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Thursday, May 11, 2006

Horoscope

Housekeeping, could you clean my chart? I mistake craziness for art And my Venus, oh, Venus, that fickle girl gives infidelity a whirl at the cost, at the loss, of the house of two, which is the worst thing I could do My aspects are scowling, my bedroom's a mess, though Libra inspires me to wear a... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, May 8, 2006

Alistair

I have a cat named Alistair who thinks he is a king He’s convinced the other pets as well, they all are in his ring The canary keeps his beak clasped ‘til he gets the nod to sing The fish ignore their castle, too unworthy of the thing Even fleas know they’ve been blessed when Alistair does bring The... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, May 7, 2006

Optimism

I write a sonnet in a traffic jam See the Virgin Mary in a plate of eggs and ham Call a cruel argument the lancing of a boil View a wasted afternoon as a writer’s goodly toil Name the washing of the dishes an exercise in calm Give the laughter of a friend the power of a psalm Dub my dead, unwatered... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, May 6, 2006

Pretending

Wrote this one while I was in a bad headspace. I get those, you know, and when it rains, it pours. Pretending I'm pretending to be literary When I'm literally unbound Like a book you left out Like some pages you found I'm posing as ironic When ironically it's fact That I've got less perspective Than... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, May 4, 2006

Insane writing prompt

A few years ago, I went to this site that had online writing prompts and got a weird one: "In the channel of hunger, the scarabs perform." What do you do when you get an insane writing prompt? Write an insane poem. But I have to admit, I kind of like this one. In the channel of hunger, the scarabs... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, May 3, 2006

Palo Verde Tree

Did I tell you about the woman with leaves for hands? Children threw stones at her When she walked, sinewy, to the spring The young men refused to meet her eyes At night she cried, and with every tear Delicate tendrils shot from her palms Damp as earth Cool as ferns The woman with leaves for hands... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, May 2, 2006

Word collection

Hello, all my friends who have a word collection. I recently read a lovely poem by someone here on blogit.com and this woman went and used a word I've never heard of: fugacious. Well, I could do two things. Say fugit, I don't care what this big, pretentious word is. (I only like big, pretentious... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, May 1, 2006

Worksong

As I work, half-dead to the call of bare feet in damp earth or oiled fingers glancing over knotted calves It is now when I need the poetic eye —like a filter, or a sluice My office becomes a yellow kitchen just small enough to allow heat from a copper stove to spread like cheer My desk is... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, April 30, 2006

Ezra Pound was right

No, not about the Fascism he embraced later in life. About wanting to do something diffferent, something simple...in short, about wanting to own a tobacco shop. The Lake Isle O God, O Venus, O Mercury, patron of thieves, Give me in due time, I beseech you, a little tobacco-shop, With the little... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, April 27, 2006

Because

Because I don't live in rhythm with the seasons and make the chime of the Intel processor my cock's crow and the nervous pull of must-be-done my sunrise and the tributaries of the Los Angeles freeway system my river I hate the birds Their song is shrill, inexorable a tremulous drip seeping from a... Sign in to see full entry.

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