Monday, May 31, 2010


"Certain words and images
or parts of images

have been chipped away..."

From "Disclosures" by Michael Palmer


Looking at much work now that the semester is starting up, so back to posting about once a week. But I was so happy to get out and snag some pixels!

Have a wonderful week, all y'all.

Sunday, May 30, 2010


"I did it, I burned away every last trace, I left nothing, nothing
of any kind whatever."

From "In Order To" by Kenneth Patchen

Friday, May 28, 2010

Rosa rugosa

"No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio
o flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego:
te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras,
secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma."

From "Soneto XVII" by Pablo Neruda


It's summer in Central Texas. Slant cumulus clouds and supercells.

Off to the farmer's market tomorrow; maybe fresh eggs and hopefully wandering with a camera Sunday.

As for the rest, petting cats and teasing The Mur, and of course reading for school.

Thursday, May 27, 2010

Cab / clouds

"...she asks him to tell her about that place.
She sits facing him.
Waiting for the first vocalic, non-stops,
the push of air from his lips.
He tells her of the place where clouds are formed."

From "The Place Where Clouds Are Formed" by Ofelia Zepeda

Tuesday, May 25, 2010


"The wrought planes and hinges of things
Strange, held-off symmetry, axis of waterline
rubbed, smeared, edge-shifted
What is real then made more so..."

From "Winter Journal: Fish Rises, Dark Brown Muscle Turns Over" by Emily Wilson

Monday, May 24, 2010

There it was

"...a bearded comet moved across the room
breeding no omens, tearing no major kingdoms
into small provinces, but there it was..."

From "The Stars and the Moon" by Grace Schulman

Sunday, May 23, 2010


"...the heat inside the small towns
of their bodies,
for which they have no words;
obedient to the voice inside which tells them,
'Now. Steal Pleasure.'"

From "Summer in a Small Town" by Tony Hoagland

Saturday, May 22, 2010


"...knowing I had everything I wanted,
but like Midas was silent and stiff with the gold I had touched,
felt always as if I had been buried under a ton of diamonds,
still feel the dust of them glinting on me as I drive across country..."

From "The Hitchhikers" by Diane Wakoski

Saturday, May 08, 2010


"...hooked themselves—bamboo diviner
Bent their way
Vigorously nodding

From "The Pier: Under Pisces" by James Merrill


Hi, everyone!
Slept almost all day.
One more road trip (this week, to Kalamazoo) and then a less intense schedule, or so I hope.

Tuesday, May 04, 2010

Tiny Hubble

"...causing great sections
of his nervous system—distant galaxies hitherto unsuspected (now
added to International Galactic Catalog)—to LIGHT UP."

From "The Preface" by Philip Whalen

Monday, May 03, 2010


"...she loved worms,
blackening the moon of her nails
with mud and slugs,
root gnawing grubs,
and the wing case of beetles."

From "The Woman Who Loved Worms" by Colette Inez


The. Semester. Is. Over.
Am off in San Jose at a trade show, the Mur abides, the cats need more petting.
But beauty is walking in the world...