fireworks at dusk
lace clouds
and unexpected thunderstorms
break summer heat

Midnight blinked the box machine.
we found the willow by the green

and nothing but the weeds were there
to hear our willow ash refrain

sky was broken green but held
and black and amber streaked the green

against the far off time of life
which we had never known, just seen.

I graduated a few days ago and made my way back to syracuse, city of sorrow, as a friend calls it. It's funny to be back, and freeing to be done. It's normally been very difficult for me to maintain my optimism while in syracuse. So far, however, the promise of MIT and my continued practice have helped much ( Read more... )

freak snowstorms mid april
prompting us
to late night poems
and dreams of the apocalypse

the rain again, soft, persistent, ticking on the window while laundry traces circles in heat, clicks in the next room.

I've finished the last formal test for one of my classes.  The other concludes on monday, then finals and done.  three weeks or so all told.  then job, for several months and off to boston. 

rough amounts of work lately. I've accepted MIT as a grad school. After all, turnabout is fair play, they accept me as a grad student. Still, I find myself faced with mountains of work to accomplish before graduation in an ever approaching month or so. I'm being strong and thinking myself brave and hardworking but it's hard to say how long that ( Read more... )

to absent friends

why can't a hero ( Read more... )

for days now ( Read more... )

I always think I've written nothing, and then I find pages and pages of work, tucked in folders and notebooks, desktops and documents.