Merry Christmas, everyone.

picking thimbleberries

we're both too thirsty and tired to keep walking
and our bottle of la fin du monde
lasted only long enough for the trip to the point
the end of the world
we're there, you say
laughing as you slap at blackflies
deerflies
horseflies
sandflies
and
what are those?
never seen those kind before
well, they bite, just the same
my ears bleeding
like ( Read more... )

It might actually be spring now.

the three of us
sharing pine needles
dirt mud and sand
dripping water
inexplicable
be careful what you say to me
nothing is built in a day

Written a couple of days ago, and never edited. Screw grammar. I could write hundreds of these little things, and they could all be summarized as "Zachary Blessing hates hospitals". I do, I really do ( Read more... )

Oh interesting spider on the wall
why did you fall off when I took your picture?
and why did you fall on my hand?
seriously, man
what's the deal?

When I woke up this morning, I was quite pleased to see that a spider had taken up residence in the corner in my room. I realize that this is not the sort of thing that everyone would take pleasure in, but me? I like to see a spider around now and again.

Well, why not? Just two.

carving the duck
I pull out bones
gizzard
spine
blood pooling under plastic
and the flies
awake at last

bright orange
pale green and brown
goldfish among the duckweed

I really want it to be spring. Oh, it technically is already, but it doesn't feel like it. But still, spring is going to have to come one of these days, right? Here are some hopeful poems to help it along ( Read more... )

I remember my old house on melrose court. I remember the big gray bay window and how I fell off the couch and into the window while my sister was videotaping. For christmas. I remember cutting out paper snowflakes in me and my sisters room, blizzard inside, blizzard outside. My snowflakes were always square. I remember digging in the backyard and ( Read more... )