Thursday, January 31, 2008


"...A man places with inexhaustible precision
one tile after the another on the roof of the house. ..."

From "From Aurora" by Pura López-Colomé
Translated by Forrest Gander

Wednesday, January 30, 2008


"...thirsty, thirsty
by their fountains but I cannot drink
their mud and sunlight to be whole. ..."

From "On Looking for Models" by Alan Dugan

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Between raindrops

"...Take in
so much sun that you feel a cold absence,
as if you’ve sipped a hole into the world."

From "Q and A: Do you have any tips? Answer #2" by Julianna Baggott

Monday, January 28, 2008


"...I keep forgetting

the rules, a Ptolemaniac with stars & suns circling me; I keep
missing my cues, can't arrange the particles moments are made of..."

From "Satellite Convulsions" by Ben Doyle


For whatever it's worth, I've posted a tiny short story here.

(I especially hope the insomniacs among y'all enjoy it.)

Sunday, January 27, 2008

A little turbulent

"...We didn't stop either, which is how
We vanished, too, parting like spray..."

From "The Supremes" by Mark Jarman

Wednesday, January 23, 2008


"...Though I lack the art
to decipher it,
no doubt the next chapter
in my book of transformations
is already written. ..."

From "The Layers" by Stanley Kunitz


Traveling for a few days to see family, so posts may be sporadic until Sunday.
Then again, posts may be as regular as fancy clockwork.
We shall see.


Unless I get myself to a Starb****, no picture posting. I am unable to connect my own laptop to my parents' internet connection and have it work. Why? Darned if I know. But I'll keep tryin' -- I have pixel goodness on my laptop that merits sharing.


More pixel goodness will resume shortly.

In the Phoenix airport, running my battery down...posts will resume tomorrow (Sunday) once I've caught up on a little rest. Thanks for your kind and supportive comments while I've been cussing at the !@#$%! connectivity.

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

The missing charter members

"...Members of the Committee on the Ineffable,
Let me illustrate this with a story..."

From "Anastasia & Sandman" by Larry Levis

Monday, January 21, 2008

For a limited time

"...For everything
which begins in limit
(where else might our work

begin?) and ends in grace..."

From "Favrile" by Mark Doty

Sunday, January 20, 2008


"...this is the angel of light, who can paint
himself as dark mnemosyne Apollo..."

From "I, Up they soar" by Inger Christensen
Translated by Susanna Nied

Saturday, January 19, 2008

Friday, January 18, 2008


"...if solidity is the basic state

that matters, it’s obvious what happens..."

From "The Culture of Glass" by Thylias Moss

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Vertigo, vertigoing...



"If the slightly wet air in the skin is the hillside
is wherever I have to forgive what I have forgotten..."

From "A Memory of Her Lodged in Wet Air and Skin" by Martha Ronk

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Monday, January 14, 2008

Sunday, January 13, 2008


"...insects have
their own point
of view about

From "certain maxims of archy" by archy (with help from Don Marquis)

Saturday, January 12, 2008


"...the road turning to gravel, the gravel turning to dust,
the ditches sang with frogs, the ditches were silent,
a pair of yellow eyes waited for him
to pass..."

From "Slow Waltz Through Inflatable Landscape" by Christian Hawkey

Friday, January 11, 2008


"My old body:
a ladder of sunlight,
mercury dust floating through..."

From "My old body" by Jean Valentine


Today: my old body, unmoored by ongoing dental-work...

Thursday, January 10, 2008


"Who would have thought the afterlife would
look so much like Ohio? ..."

From "Beyond Even This" by Maggie Anderson

Wednesday, January 09, 2008

Slick rocks

"...It is not the premise that reality
Is solid. It may be a shade that traverses
A dust, a force that traverses a shade. ..."

From "An Ordinary Evening in New Haven" by Wallace Stevens

Tuesday, January 08, 2008


"...Certain nights only the rain will have
its say, troubling the downspout. ..."

From "On a Night Like This" by Michael Teig

Monday, January 07, 2008

Sunday, January 06, 2008

Pink Desot...

"...Pink was pink all the way through, like any organ might be..."

From "Beneath Speech" by Mary Ann Samyn


Pedro Cabral's friend Claude Ho is very deeply involved in a project that will bring books to Africa. You can learn more here.

Thanks to Pedro for sharing the info about others who are helping feed the hunger for books in Africa.

Saturday, January 05, 2008

Poem written for a tooth-ache

Fixed apatite

Like the land around here, I carry an inverse tangle
of roots close by. Nourishment, speech, tooth-grit anger
born in this calcium cavern until something rots through
and pain begins. And in the deep places we walk together,
my pain and I, torch in hand we walk to where gratitude lives
and draw the blurry outline of self-awareness, my jawbone
slaying clarity and sense. Transformed, chewed up, laid out
in the endodontist’s chair, new healers meet old healers in
the deep places and bless my branching stalagmite’s root.


Back from the dentist. Whew.


And on a tenuously related note, the new Festival of the Trees is up at Lorianne's blog. Go see what's rooted there!


"...The first
day here, there was nobody..."

From "A Few Lines from Rehoboth Beach" by Fleda Brown


Rethabile Masilo posted some thoughtful remarks on my notion of getting books to Africa. He is from Lesotho, so has some first-hand knowledge of the issue.

Here's what Rethabile wrote.

And here's how you can do something now, today, this very moment, to help people fill their hunger for books.

Thanks, by the way, to Smiler, and Lee, and am for giving. And thanks to all those, known and unknown, who chose to help in other ways.

Friday, January 04, 2008


"...the raw material of poetry in
all its rawness and
that which is on the other hand

From "Poetry" by Marianne Moore

Thursday, January 03, 2008


"...that lucent
wavering forest of bluegreen leaves
with its watery sun & three moons
towards the cave..."

From "Variation on the Word Sleep" by Margaret Atwood


More joy and books-for-Africans meme-links can be found on Old Girl's blog and Lee's River blog. Learn more here!

And read what Rethabile Masilo had to say in response to my question about whether Ms. Lessing was correct -- written from a Lesotho point of view.

Wednesday, January 02, 2008

Raked shadow

"...the one-dimensional
belief of enamel in itself,
the furious autonomy
of luster..."

From "Surfaces" by Kay Ryan


For those of you who may have wandered by courtesy of Smiler's, Ernesto's, or Granny J.'s gracious posts, welcome! You can read more about the meme they mentioned here.

Tuesday, January 01, 2008

One thing becoming another

"...The typographer who sets this page well
though it may not please him.
A woman and a man, who read the last tercets
of a certain canto. ..."

From "The Just" by Jorge Luis Borges, translated by Alastair Reid

Books will fly through the air for children
(Tag, you're it!)

In honor of all those folks who've tagged me with memes (or are memes now all called "hooplas"?) this year and had to listen to me grumble, I've got a twist on the theme of meme.

I read Doris Lessing's Nobel speech through TIV's blog -- the speech where Ms. Lessing discussed the hunger for books in Africa -- and it left me feeling weak.

Rather than get trapped by inertia, or by the noise the speech kicked off -- some bloggers and commentators thought it racist and naive -- or by the awful game of "but if I help those and not the others, what sort of person am I?," I decided to find one simple way to get books to more people who want books.

Here's what I found.

There is a reputable (so far as I can tell) charity that gathers donated books and ships them to schools and communities in Africa.

I've set up this easy-to-use donation site, and hope all you literate, lovely, and compassionate blog wanderers -- especially those who play tag with memes and hooplas -- will consider donating a small amount and leaving a haiku.

Is it the best thing we can do?
Probably not.
But a good thing done now beats wrangling over what the best thing might be.
"If not now...when?"

And, in the spirit of memes past, I double-dog-dare everyone reading this to put a link to the donation site on their blog, and spread the book love.

"Books will fly through the air for children."
Happy New Year, all y'all!