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Monday, May 22, 2006

Writing. . .about writing

Again and again, writers turn from the subjects that grab readers and live-ers by the throat: love, sex, the beauty of the natural and manufactured world, the cruelty of the natural and manufactured world, the place of man in an ephemeral world, the existence or non-existence of God or meaning in an... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, May 21, 2006

A New Year’s toast

I wrote this poem a couple of years ago. If you start practicing it now, you can have it memorized in time for New Year's eve! A New Year's toast Let us burst our regrets with all the power of an uncorked bottle It is the eve of the New Year and time flows before us like fresh linen sheets The... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, May 20, 2006

The whore lived like a German

A message was slipped into my e-mail box one day, a questionable morsel of spam bearing the subject line “The whore lived like a German” At my desk, upright, freshly showered, taxpaying, I continued to get the same message for several days in a row until I began to suspect that the message was meant... Sign in to see full entry.

Joshua Tree, once

We stopped here once, this store, where the owner hoarded the air from a whirring table fan, while he made wind chimes out of forks and knives “Found them myself,” he nodded his greasy head towards a metal detector slumped in the corner The cans of Coke were dusty, “Probably covered with rat turds,”... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

Pain and pleasure

One friend's brother died this week I discovered the music of Imogen Heap Another friend is in despair There are kittens on my underwear My baby neice has learned to walk There are people dying in Iraq Like knockout clouds and stormy weather Pain and pleasure live together —Sarah Torribio-Bond Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, May 16, 2006

31 Years

For 31 years I have pulled myself over Asked myself to touch my nose Stand on one foot and walk a straight line Inevitably I am wearing bad shoes Bought at a superstore boycotted By all of my friends with political conscience And which I frequent with furtive avidity The shoes, crafted from a... Sign in to see full entry.

Throw away your newspaper

Throw away your newspaper Or make of it instead a boat The edges crisp as blades It glides across rivers, through gutters, the folded seams Dribble words in cooling streams Break your antenna And watch the TV snow Your children will wake with wonder Press Jack Frost noses to the screen Use mittens... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, May 15, 2006

The loveliest poem

Ezra Pound was one of the greatest poets ever to write in the English language. He was a musician, a critic, and a linguist who spoke Italian, French and Japanese. He helped advance Imagism, a movement that, according to Wikipedia, "favoured precision of imagery, and clear, sharp language..." and "... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, May 14, 2006

Germs lyrics

Believe me, I'm not cool. I have chosen time and again to listen to new wave rather than punk music. I pride myself on knowing how to play Journey's "Don't Stop Believing" on piano. When I was in middle school, I couldn't fall asleep without two things: a fan blowing on my face and the love songs of... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, May 12, 2006

Grandma

I saw a woman sitting in a Jackson rocking chair A 90-year-old woman with a 90-year-old air I could see a story in her gray unraveled hair I swear I saw a baby gone, a frost-killed crop in there Her eyes snapped with the time she had to call a young girl ma’am And the times her anger threatened like... Sign in to see full entry.

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