Shooting up

Sam Pepys and me

She begun to talk in the morning and to be friends, believing all this while that I had read her letter, which I perceive by her discourse was full of good counsel, and relating the reason of her desiring a woman, and how little charge she did intend it to be to me, so I begun and argued it as full and plain to her, and she to reason it highly to me, to put her away, and take one of the Bowyers if I did dislike her, that I did resolve when the house is ready she shall try her for a while; the truth is, I having a mind to have her come for her musique and dancing. So up and about my papers all the morning, and her brother coming I did tell him my mind plain, who did assure me that they were both of the sisters very humble and very poor, and that she that we are to have would carry herself so. So I was well contented and spent part of the morning at my office, and so home and to dinner, and after dinner, finding Sarah to be discontented at the news of this woman, I did begin in my wife’s chamber to talk to her and tell her that it was not out of unkindness to her, but my wife came up, and I perceive she is not too reconciled to her whatever the matter is, that I perceive I shall not be able to keep her, though she is as good a servant (only a little pettish) that ever I desire to have, and a creditable servant. So she desired leave to go out to look [for] a service, and did, for which I am troubled, and fell out highly afterwards with my wife about it. So to my office, where we met this afternoon about answering a great letter of my Lord Treasurer’s, and that done to my office drawing up a letter to him, and so home to supper.

that little gun as full
and plain as the truth

is dancing in my mind
to the morning news

not out of unkindness
but a desire to go off


Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Friday 14 November 1662.

The Grief of Angels

river in November light between bare woods and mountain
- after “The Fall of the Rebel Angels,” 
Peter Breughel the Elder, 1562
and “The Lamentation of Christ,”
Giotto, 1305


Sprouting gills and lizards’ tails, rebel angels
change in their fall from the shining walls of heaven—
becoming horned and feathered beasts, hybrids
of irregular size. Poisons of the puffer fish, the scaled,
the seven-headed; and though they’re meant to stand for
what is dark and evil, their beauty still is terrible
to behold. Pistil or tulip bulb, zebra swallowtail
butterfly with a body of burnished hair; the gleam
of shields and swords raised for lethal strike. In Giotto’s
“Lamentation of Christ,” more notable than the mourners
who have taken the body of Christ down from the cross
is the army of cherubs hovering like small planes, their grief
becoming blur against a thick impasto of clouds and sky.
Once I heard a sermon which said sacred scripture shows
God and the angels have feelings, but more intensely
than those of humans. Never fear, said the announcing
angel to Mary— which meant his countenance was far
from benign, even if he was holy. In the depths of our own
grief as we wring our hands and rend our hair, our keening
ascends into the air as if, too, from the mouths of angels.

Why Not Up the Ante

river in November light between bare woods and mountain
"US Mint presses final pennies as 
production ends after more than 230
years." - Associated Press, 12 Nov. 2025



Penny wise, pound foolish; earner of an honest penny
yet you swear you don't have a penny to your name.
Won't you buy hot cross buns, one a penny, two
a penny— too proud to pinch a penny yet you'd wager
someone a pound to a penny. Pretty penny, clean
and shiny as a new penny, have you ever felt like
a penny waiting for change? Me too. A penny saved,
a penny earned, but now there are no thoughts you
can buy with one penny. Somewhere in the world
there are bathroom floors and kitchen floors tiled
entirely in copper pennies. Those take a long time
to complete, but once you start, it's in for a penny,
in for a pound. The gleam's as good as gold, even
brighter— for every single time a penny drops,
a lightbulb still goes off in someone's head.

Anger management

Sam Pepys and me

Up and began our discontent again and sorely angered my wife, who indeed do live very lonely, but I do perceive that it is want of work that do make her and all other people think of ways of spending their time worse, and this I owe to my building, that do not admit of her undertaking any thing of work, because the house has been and is still so dirty.
I to my office, and there sat all the morning and dined with discontent with my wife at noon, and so to my office, and there this afternoon we had our first meeting upon our commission of inspecting the Chest, and there met Sir J. Minnes, Sir Francis Clerke, Mr. Heath, Atturney of the Dutchy, Mr. Prinn, Sir W. Rider, Captn. Cocke, and myself. Our first work to read over the Institution, which is a decree in Chancery in the year 1617, upon an inquisition made at Rochester about that time into the revenues of the Chest, which had then, from the year 1588 or 1590, by the advice of the Lord High Admiral and principal officers then being, by consent of the seamen, been settled, paying sixpence per month, according to their wages then, which was then but 10s. which is now 24s.
We adjourned to a fortnight hence. So broke up, and I to see Sir W. Pen, who is now pretty well, but lies in bed still; he cannot rise to stand. Then to my office late, and this afternoon my wife in her discontent sent me a letter, which I am in a quandary what to do, whether to read it or not, but I purpose not, but to burn it before her face, that I may put a stop to more of this nature. But I must think of some way, either to find her some body to keep her company, or to set her to work, and by employment to take up her thoughts and time. After doing what I had to do I went home to supper, and there was very sullen to my wife, and so went to bed and to sleep (though with much ado, my mind being troubled) without speaking one word to her.

anger is building
an office in my chest
out of lies and discontent

I am in a quandary
whether to burn or to sleep
with a troubled word


Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Thursday 13 November 1662.

You Think You Hear a Ladybug Cry for Help

river in November light between bare woods and mountain
(an emoji poem)

If small insects like the jeweled
ladybug sent out a cry for help,
would you hear it? You remember a nursery
rhyme from childhood about a king who stuck
a fork into his dessert, releasing four and
twenty blackbirds baked in a pie
. But if they
were truly baked and done for, they wouldn't
be able to fly out of their tomb of shortcut
pastry, would they? And since they began
to sing in chorus, they must have had nine
lives or there was some wizardry involved—
the type that sets off snare drums, broomsticks
falling briskly in line to empty trash bins
and carry buckets of water. What padlocked
the doors to bewilderment and surprise in your
blood and held up a stop sign every time you saw
a swan and recalled tales of transfiguration?
The snake doesn't whisper Sit in the corner
like a good child
. In that kind of story, it urges
you to take a big bite out of the shiny apple, bets
you could steal cheese from a mousetrap or filch
a smoke without being caught. People have lost big
in TV shows where the host asks you to choose between
wads of money or a taped-up mystery box containing...
what exactly? Perhaps you are the insect— just a small
creature, and not large as allegory like the one
in a Kafka story. You do your everyday things: fry
and eat an egg for breakfast, swim a couple of laps
at the gym, dutifully take out the recycling.
You squint up at the fading light one evening,
and remember how in your teens you really wanted
to learn the bass guitar, rack up enough
points to join the local Mensa club, or train
as a long-distance runner if not for being flat-
footed. No, none of those, to your dismay.
But the voice of some wise sage says in your ear
that it's alright. Neither you nor the barnyard
creatures nor the bright blue Morpho butterflies
nor the earthworms churning up the soil older
than all of us necessarily need saving all the time.
Your daughter texts you to say that one day, when she
took her second-grader to the park, she was feeling
so burned out from work. She joined him on the slides
a couple of times, and felt a little better.
You tell her— next time they visit, you'll drop
everything you're doing so you can go to the teahouse
you enjoyed so much the last time, to drink oolong,
eat finger sandwiches, popcorn chicken, and scones.

Voice lesson

Sam Pepys and me

At my office most of the morning, after I had done among my painters, and sent away Mr. Shaw and Hawly, who came to give me a visit this morning. Shaw it seems is newly re-married to a rich widow. At noon dined at home with my wife, and by and by, by my wife’s appointment came two young ladies, sisters, acquaintances of my wife’s brother’s, who are desirous to wait upon some ladies, and proffer their service to my wife. The youngest, indeed, hath a good voice, and sings very well, besides other good qualitys; but I fear hath been bred up with too great liberty for my family, and I fear greater inconveniences of expenses, and my wife’s liberty will follow, which I must study to avoid till I have a better purse; though, I confess, the gentlewoman, being pretty handsome, and singing, makes me have a good mind to her.
Anon I took them by coach and carried them to a friend’s of theirs, in Lincoln’s Inn Fields, and there I left them and I to the Temple by appointment to my cousin Roger’s chamber, where my uncle Thomas and his son Thomas met us, I having hoped that they would have agreed with me to have had [it] ended by my cozen Roger, but they will have two strangers to be for them against two others of mine, and so we parted without doing any thing till the two send me the names of their arbiters. Thence I walked home, calling a little in Paul’s Churchyard, and, I thank God, can read and never buy a book, though I have a great mind to it. So to the Dolphin Tavern near home, by appointment, and there met with Wade and Evett, and have resolved to make a new attempt upon another discovery, in which God give us better fortune than in the other, but I have great confidence that there is no cheat in these people, but that they go upon good grounds, though they have been mistaken in the place of the first.
From thence, without drinking a drop of wine, home to my office and there made an end, though late, of my collection of the prices of masts for these twelve years to this day, in order to the buying of some of Wood, and I bound it up in painted paper to lie by as a book for future use. So home and to supper and to bed, and a little before and after we were in bed we had much talk and difference between us about my wife’s having a woman, which I seemed much angry at, that she should go so far in it without consideration and my being consulted with. So to bed.

you who are my voice
must avoid singing

in a strange church
without a drop of wine

a mad collection of ears
bound up in a book


Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Wednesday 12 November 1662.

Brain fog

Sam Pepys and me

All the morning sitting at the office, and then to dinner with my wife, and so to the office again (where a good while Mr. Bland was with me, telling me very fine things in merchandize, which, but that the trouble of my office do so cruelly hinder me, I would take some pains in) till late at night. Towards the evening I, as I have done for three or four nights, studying something of Arithmetique, which do please me well to see myself come forward. So home, to supper, and to bed.

all morning sitting with
the bland merchandise of night

I study arithmetic
to see myself


Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Tuesday 11 November 1662.

In a Tropical Country, Refrigeration is Key

river in November light between bare woods and mountain
"...on Nov. 5 ... doctors in the Philippines 
have documented the case of a woman
whose armpits leak milk." (Reddit)




In 1847, Russell & Sturgis acquired tax-free
rights to carry 250 tons of ice on the frigate
Hizaine to Manila, variously called the Pearl
of the Orient or the Rome of the East, or
more recently the armpit of the world for its
urban blight and overpopulation. In the 1800s,
blocks of ice were harvested from creeks and lakes
in deep winter, then covered with sawdust or hay
for insulation in ice houses. The great Banquet
of Malolos celebrating Philippine independence
in 1898 flaunted a European-inspired menu,
as if to show the world the newly formed
nation was as civilized as others in the West.
Seven appetizers, seven courses and four desserts—
oysters, shrimp, stuffed crab and buttered radishes;
cold ham with asparagus, cheeses, jams, leche flan
del mar and mantecado— ice cream! The milk was likely
coconut or carabao milk, and of course it needed
to be kept cold. Any milk, including breast milk,
spoils when overexposed to heat. Bacteria convert
lactose into acids. Fermentaton thickens into
a moist and foamy surface spackled with curds.

Poetry Blog Digest 2025, Week 45

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Postindustrial

Sam Pepys and me

Up betimes and to set my workmen to work, and then a little to the office, and so with Sir J. Minnes, Sir W. Batten, and myself by coach to White Hall, to the Duke, who, after he was ready, did take us into his closett. Thither come my Lord General Monk, and did privately talk with the Duke about having the life-guards pass through the City today only for show and to fright people, for I perceive there are great fears abroad; for all which I am troubled and full of doubt that things will not go well. He being gone, we fell to business of the Navy. Among other things, how to pay off this fleet that is now come from Portugall; the King of Portugall sending them home, he having no more use for them, which we wonder at, that his condition should be so soon altered. And our landmen also are coming back, being almost starved in that poor country.
Having done here I went by my Lord Sandwich’s, who was not at home, and so to Westminster Hall, where full of term, and here met with many about business, among others my cozen Roger Pepys, who is all for a composition with my uncle Thomas, which upon any fair terms I am for also and desire it.
Thence by water, and so by land to my Lord Crew’s, and dined with him and his brother, I know not his name; where very good discourse; among others, of France’s intention to make a patriarch of his own, independent from the Pope, by which he will be able to cope with the Spaniard in all councils, which hitherto he has never done. My Lord Crew told us how he heard my Lord of Holland say that, being Embassador about the match with the Queene-Mother that now is, the King of France insisted upon a dispensation from the Pope, which my Lord Holland making a question of, and that he was commanded to yield to nothing to the prejudice of our religion, says the King of France, “You need not fear that, for if the Pope will not dispense with the match, my Bishopp of Paris shall.”
By and by come in great Mr. Swinfen, the Parliament-man, who, among other discourse of the rise and fall of familys, told us of Bishopp Bridgeman (brother of Sir Orlando) who lately hath bought a seat anciently of the Levers, and then the Ashtons; and so he hath in his great hall window (having repaired and beautified the house) caused four great places to be left for coates of armes. In one, he hath put the Levers, with this motto, “Olim.” In another the Ashtons, with this, “Heri.” In the next his own, with this, “Hodie.” In the fourth nothing but this motto, “Cras nescio cujus.”
Thence towards my brother’s; met with Jack Cole in Fleet Street, and he and I went into his cozen Mary Cole’s (whom I never saw since she was married), and drank a pint of wine and much good discourse. I found him a little conceited, but he had good things in him, and a man may know the temper of the City by him, he being of a general conversation, and can tell how matters go; and upon that score I will encourage his acquaintance.
Thence to my brother’s, and taking my wife up, carried her to Charing Cross, and there showed her the Italian motion, much after the nature of what I showed her a while since in Covent Garden. Their puppets here are somewhat better, but their motions not at all. Thence by coach to my Lady’s, and, hiding my wife with Sarah below, I went up and heard some musique with my Lord, and afterwards discoursed with him alone, and so good night to him and below, having sent for Mr. Creed, had thought to have shown my wife a play before the King, but it is so late that we could not, and so we took coach, and taking up Sarah at my brother’s with their night geare we went home, and I to my office to settle matters, and so home and to bed.
This morning in the Duke’s chamber Sir J. Minnes did break to me his desire about my chamber, which I did put off to another time to discourse of, he speaking to me very kindly to make me the less trouble myself, hoping to save myself and to contrive something or other to pleasure him as well, though I know not well what.
The town, I hear, is full of discontents, and all know of the King’s new bastard by Mrs. Haslerigge, and as far as I can hear will never be contented with Episcopacy, they are so cruelly set for Presbytery, and the Bishopps carry themselves so high, that they are never likely to gain anything upon them.

times pass
only for show
in this wonder-starved country

never making a thing
among levers and puppets

their war on thought
their hoping to save themselves


Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Monday 10 November 1662.