Tuesday, February 22, 2011
We stopped by woods that snowy evening - Robert Frost, the horse, and me. Nothing here but lots of trees, Bob. Horse up there says "Let's go home. You poets have no common sense!" He's right, you know. That hike we took? you didn't know which road to take. Near got us lost, as I recall. - Look, they... Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, February 21, 2011
ROAR OF WIND AT 2 AM
I woke. The wild and booming nightwind -breath of something north of here - was buffeting outside my house a pulsing no-rules cadence that unexpectedly would now and then make a magic windharp of my eaves, already creaking like a ship in heavy seas. Dawn came dim and gusty. Dancing trees have... Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
(title's at the end)
"Attracted by the things of heaven, held down by things of Earth; Sometimes only partly there because of looking somewhere else; a dreaming face for all to see, but a dark side no one ever sees; seen from afar looks good enough, yet seen up close, not weathered well..." HEY, WAIT! YOU MEAN THE MOON... Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
haiku - The Nighttime Sky
Tonight my wonder at the stars is doubled - where the hell's the ceiling? Sign in to see full entry.
Friday, February 18, 2011
The Menace
Ditsy, ditsy ponytail, cell phone clapped against your ear, steering corners with your left hand, do you even know I'm here? Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
What Can't Be Helped Must Be Endured
My Christmas creche for two months now is stranded under field of ice; the Holy Family still is there and will remain so till I come some kinder day that's yet to come, taking down the lights and wreaths. The Flight to Egypt has been cancelled (but likewise Herod's visitation). This year magi didn't... Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Road Kill: Shovel off your car! - haiku
Flying frisbie cake of snow shatters on the road where I was just now Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
The Sun
Emerging from the indoors into unaccustomed warmth, we smile and blink uncertainly, shading eyes against the light. Pale survivors share with strangers secret smiles that say, the winter tried to kill us, took its best shot, and it failed. Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Scrabble Arguments I Hate - a limerick
"It's no use your slamming your fist, I'm betting it's there on the list!" Don't hand me that jazz! There's no such word as NEOPREMERCANTILIST. Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Static Electricity
The air inside my house is dry, would crackle, if it could. I lift my feet in fear lest I should scuff my slippers full of volts to arc and spark the doorknobs in my house. Even if I careless grow, forget I'm walking on a grid, the hairs upon my arms willl know. They'll stand erect and prickle, as I... Sign in to see full entry.