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.)


R.L. Bourges said...

"Though leaves no vacancy for memory..."
But when memory comes, it is a huge blue horse wider than the sky.
And thought but a slow rider clinging to its mane
(uh...or something - please forgive the insomniac from the other side of the ocean)

Anonymous said...

Cool photo!