Marconi's CottageSmall and watchful as a lighthouse ( Read more... )

so i am writing poems. i do not know what poem to submit for workshop; i guess i am looking for the poem that i feel dissatisfied with to the extent i want help but happy enough with that i am not embarrassed to show it. i struggle always with this balance. i sometimes just want to share my favorite. or the one that makes me feel the least raw; but ( Read more... )

use google's blackle.com to search; it saves 750 megawatts of energy.

black is the new green.

or so the email forwarded to me said.

i dig.

Almost Shadow by Brenda Hillman ( Read more... )

So, circadian, your LiveJournal reveals...


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if one more fucking person tells me how sorry they are to see me go, i'm going to --

oh let's face it. there's nothing i'm going to do.

but it breaks my heart.

sometimes the moon is so beautiful it hurts.

i should not be allowed in a greenhouse by myself ( Read more... )

So. The following cut essay I wrote today; I don't know what to do with it. I don't know if its worth doing anything with. Maybe I just needed to write it. I think I am going to send it to the local newspaper as 1) why the hell not? and 2) that's the best reason I got. I feel as though it's just another essay about ideas not about action. But then ( Read more... )

Even the tulips, with their quiet trumpets, refuse to stop their celebration. So it was cold; it will be warm. So we closed ourselves up in defeat and dire need. So the spring didn't step to us the way we planned. So.

We must open always again.