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I wrote a will. Not a legal one. Just what I would like to happen should I die before I move onto the next phase of my life. I was thinking about it, for some reason. Who ought to have my books. What I would like to happen to my intellectual property (my real concern/interest, I want my family to know I would like certain people to have my writings ( Read more... ) -
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I think I had forgotten, when I don't sleep, I can't dream. I think I had forgotten, when I don't sleep enough, everything becomes a dream, and I fall through worlds and moods and thoughts and times as easily as I fall through water, for I am too insubstantial not to pass through the barriers ( Read more... ) -
the october king, remixed.
to catch a king is to claim a kingdom. to claim a king means the forfeiture of all they are, sundered unto your hand. oh, what a game it would be, to win a king. but what monstrous game, that could be played, to be so won? let kings keep their kingdoms, it is easier than keeping a king ( Read more... ) -
Upon Your Returning
The destiny of the poet is to craft the shape of the world to come with words.I have tied you to me ( Read more... ) -
from the tower.
from the Tower she watches ( Read more... ) -
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The road to a friend is always short, and the road away is always far too long ( Read more... ) -
I know something is broken/and I'm trying to fix it...
I will self-medicate this angst away with excellent academic topic thoughts about women and medieval power and researcher bias, and watching ridiculous Doctor Who crack videos set to pop songs. I'll remember the stars shine when you need them, not necessarily when you want them, and they're out tonight, because someone loves me ( Read more... ) -
to be a king
this, then, is what it means
to be a king;
to subdue my many passions
and quell the thousand words
i so badly want to say
lean down to kiss your brow;
i love you (very much)
i am barely able to whisper...
it breaks my heart, to deny you
but i must command you let me go
once, twice, a third,
that i may return
again to fight the war. -
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As I was approaching the more traditonal of the two Episcopal churches in town, I found myself wondering what I thought I was doing. Who goes to church at 7:50 and expects anyone of a remotely near age to be there? Was I out of my mind? And didn't I know a thousand and one Anglican jokes ( Read more... ) -
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When Patrick wanted to express his deepest beliefs about reality and human action he did so using words of the tradition, and would have been loath to do otherwise. If we were asked about our ultimate beliefs it might seem a cliche, a 'cop-out', or we might fear being labelled 'inauthentic' if we did the same and just recited a learned-by-rote ( Read more... )