This morning, a mention of Mexico brought that night back:
full moon/ a frigate bird/ circles over the resort
From the last poem to go into the current manuscript, a poem about Desiree
late afternoon she reads the slant of light falling through lace curtains
length of shadows…
on grey days, notes the reduction in quality of light, her timing fixed
as any proper englishman for high tea…
From other blogs/websites
The last verse from Dark Fish & Other Infernos (Jack Pine Press, 2011). Joe Roseblatt with Catherine Owen, a poem called
And then the purring earth
And then the purring earth begins to move
extending a gentle paw for me to rest
while my eyelids close upon each wing.
A last excerpt, from Laura Broadbent’s OH THERE YOU ARE, I CAN’T SEE YOU, IS IT RAINING? which won the 2012 Robert Kroetsch Award for Innovative Poetry. Her artwork can be seen here: http://www.laurabroadbent.tumblr.com
Things Said In a Domestic Setting
She says that he says that she said something she didn’t say.
He says she says things when she means something else.
She says he says mean things
He says she says he says mean things
and he says he does not say mean things.
He says he says things that mean something
and he says she says things…
that don’t mean anything….
Shades of R. D. Laing’s Knots
I read another few pages of Silliman’s the Alphabet; again slow going, but interesting. Submitting a manuscript today…
As to that crow:
checking out the buds
under the bridal veil spirea