I’m so glad it’s all over. Can’t wait to get back to poetry.
Monthly Archives: November 2013
(H)ours
(H)ours
The cup and the bell
The warm chocolate
against the sounds
of snow falling
from the tolling
for whom?
The hours honored in chimes
require libation
doctored
to fit occasion,
weather
And whether or not
it’s worth it at all
to call out the next
60 minute
increment.
Happy Nanowrimo
Hope everyone is enjoying Nanowrimo. It’s almost the halfway point. Here’s a little excerpt from the novel I’ve been working on:
Death was born somewhere in myths much as humanity is/was/will continue to be. Form was given to state; something to own endings. A person(a) to bargain with. From disparate/desperation manifestation arose for negotiation. Frailty begs always to be given more chances to evade breakage. Cycles pierced are convinced that prick is part of completion.
Bit Excerpt from This Sentimental Education
Reflex hesitance.
Swift to halt.
An immediacy to move
onward,
yet.
An Excerpt from the Northern Elegy
An Excerpt from the Northern Elegy
Springtime dollars
fall to autumn pennies.
Winter is
a Giacometti playground
of limbs on tree-lined avenues
piled with job applications
and out-of-date resumés
as the sleeves
now removed
allow all the aces,
pairs, missing full house
card
to be put under foot
pressed down
acorns
to grow new sharks.
(The gold, silver, bronze medals
of summer
sprint by
unappreciated.)