Writing tonight, trying to finish up a section this week.
Seems like every time things take an unexpected turn, there’s eating involved. Perhaps I should avoid stories with food in them.
Realized tonight, researching other writers (including this one) that my own site has gotten a bit thin. At least ten people in the past couple of [...]
“Cat’s Dream” by Pablo Neruda
How neatly a cat sleeps,
sleeps with its paws and its posture,
sleeps with its wicked claws,
and with its unfeeling blood,
sleeps with all the rings–
a series of burnt circles–
which have formed the odd geology
of its sand-colored tail.
I should like to sleep like a cat,
with all the fur of time,
with a tongue rough as [...]
“The First Dream” by Billy Collins
The Wind is ghosting around the house tonight
and as I lean against the door of sleep
I begin to think about the first person to dream,
how quiet he must have seemed the next morning
as the others stood around the fire
draped in the skins of animals
talking to each other only in [...]
“Rain Or Shine” by Charles Bukowski
the vultures at the zoo
(all three of them)
sit very quietly in their
caged tree
and below
on the ground
are chunks of rotten meat.
the vultures are over-full.
our taxes have fed them
well.
we move on to the next
cage.
a man is in there
sitting on the ground
eating
his own shit.
i recognize him as
our former mailman.
his favorite expression
had been:
“have a [...]
…some odd reason, I couldn’t sleep tonight. Maybe it was the mid-evening nap I took (accidentally). Maybe it was this mind of mine, wandering. Maybe it was the heat.
In any case, I was up (still am, actually). I posted some cute pictures for Julia and wrote a long rambling post (albeit a highly illustrated one) [...]
“Crows” by Judith Barrington
Crows startle the clouds
with grievances never resolved
and warnings blurted into thin air.
Once in a while, the cries of all those who tried to survive
pour from the funnels of their throats.
No wonder we never really listen.
Like most animals, crows tell the truth:
working hard to penetrate our tiny tubular ears,
they cackle on telephone lines [...]
When the power went out yesterday evening, it didn’t go in a bang like a lightning strike or a snapped pole.
No, it was slower than that, gentler.
I was in the basement, having just finished loading and starting the washer and dryer. The cycle was just winding up when the lights flickered slowly. My first thought [...]