Metaphors for the Moon
Early marriage is a wetland, a marsh
of co-mingling reeds, breeding birds.
Cleaning My Attic
Cast-iron Royal, weighty and not regal at all but seriously proletarian, ostensibly portable in your anonymous black case: my secret unmusical instrument, which I lugged to cafes before they were wireless or even wired...
Clumps and Voids
The program description, however, devolves into the fey. "The lingam (or linga) is a cylindrical votary object that represents the Hindu god Shiva, and a dispute about its meaning has been going on for many centuries." When a phallus is tagged with the museum label of "cylindrical votary object," I lose hope that the speaker will be introduced as Professor Wendy Doniger: don of dongs.
botanizing
On calm days, the soil swirls and rises in isolated twisters. On a windy day when the wheat is being harvested — a day like today — the soil lifts like a yellow curtain, obliterating the sky.
The Twitching Line
My uncle, gutting a fish:
removing the fins from either side,
tipping the knife below
the little anus, pointing the tail-
end away, slitting it to the gills,
then plunging in a hand
to scoop the organs out, soft
and scarlet as a litter of kittens.
The Ordinary and the Wild
I had a dream the other night about a tall machine, like a crane or an android giraffe, lanky with angles of metal that reach up to the sky when they should somehow be digging. When I woke I felt taller for a moment, and also deeper, as if the soles of my feet had met up with some spilled honey or errant tar while I walked in my sleep.
Busily Seeking... Continual Change
So the mountain was steep? I threw a couple of windbreakers, yogurts and miscellaneous snacks (really, whatever I could lay my hands on at the last minute), wallet, phone, bottles of water--yes, just the things I thought to grab into a new REI bright yellow daypack--and off we went. That was it. Toss things in a bag and go.
Chatoyance
And on the other side, what I
set in motion: the open field, the low hill,
a crease scored in bent blades of grass
where I forgot the wall stood,
my footsteps blurring as the
grass unbends.
Velveteen Rabbi
There are trade-offs: in the womb we knew perfect intimacy, but couldn't meet. Now we are separate, which is at once the source of loneliness (especially for him, I'm guessing) and the source of our ability to connect.
Will Buckingham
My small guide and I then did our double-act of worshipping at the shrine, at which point the monk then declared that, once again, I was not doing it right. There followed another twenty minute lesson in proper bowing -- different from the previous lesson, in fact -- and if I have retained anything it is that one’s feet must be aligned like the lines in the number 8 -- an auspicious number in China.
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Couldn’t find the poem or am I missinmg the point?
Move along, folks. Nothing to see here.
;)
This is fantastic.
Very nice But.
You were an inspiration for my recent blog entry, yanno. I left a light on for you, if you happen to wander off that way.
Peas and tootsie rolls.
This is a fantastic response. Love it. Love. It.
Hm, looks like I voted with the majority. Damn.
I feel very empowered here.
When do the moths take office?
Thanks for the comments. I’m surprised that so many of you seem to have voted for only one option, though. Were all the others that bad?
I’ve voted on three different options. Vote early, vote often.
Why we maybe only voted for one.
One Option Joan, says:
a. I didn’t know the thing was an actual ballot until I read the comments, and then ran back to try it out.
b. There was only one category..or implied category which I assumed was poetry.
c. In most elections if you vote more than one choice under a category it voids your vote.
d. I am still in post Florida/Gore shock and my have over-corrected.
The lawsuit against God is too close to what they will do to voters who have been evicted.
Was temporarily sidetracked by trying to figure out what happened 1300 years ago. Figured it was that pre-tidal shrinkage before Noah’s Tsunami, but it didn’t jibe with the dates of those scions of accuracy, the Bible Literalists.
I Picked the Adam Smith one, because it’s ironic, hilarious, and I can use it to stick it to my bro who’s a Republican.
But Dave…what was the “But” thingy?
The lawsuit against God is too close to what they will do to voters who have been evicted.
Mais oui!
Finally clicked through from the feed-reader. This is great.