I figured some of you might want to know that I'm back to writing a poem a day here and I intend to stick to it for the rest of the year. I'm taking part in a larger locked blog where a lot of people are writing 365 poems in 365 days but so far only me and a guy named Steve Subrizi (which I may or may not have met) are posting ours in an open forum ( Read more... )

Dear Livejournal,

The time has come, we've had a long run, almost three years now, and it's been good. I don't regret a single moment, but alas, all good things must come to an indeterminate pause. I promise not to pull a Naveen Andrews and father a child while we are on a break. You see, the thing is, y'know, it's just... well... I have another ( Read more... )

Dirge of the Rose

His be no seed that brack the stem
Wrap hands through grass that wafts
Catch full hands and strike at cort
Our are no wise to her that wilts
Rend and gash the bark of we
Fill with dreck the croft at lows
Bring a crown drench with bile
His be no rule that struck her down

Draumur hefur orðið að veruleika... Draumur um straum :)

Ég, Hjalti Snær Ægisson og Aðalsteinn Hákonarson höfum stofnað og gangsett vefrit.

why inspiration seems only to strike in the middle of the night I can't quite account for ( Read more... )

( Ars Poetica for Dummies )

I've written more sections into Metaphors for Time. I wanted to ground it further in memory. So I added some memory sections to it. I usually don't write "personal poetry", but I felt Metaphors for Time was too damn impersonal and abstract, even for me. I also felt that I couldn't talk about time without devoting more space to personal time. As you ( Read more... )

( Metaphors for Time )

( DJEE NEEH USSS IDEA )

( REEP EETD SENT NSES )