I haven’t been writing poems, or doing much blogging. Mark is away on a week long trip to poke around his family graveyard and synagogue in Philadelphia and I have been juggling the pets, work and getting ready for my writers’ group next week.
I haven’t been taking pictures because Mark has my camera. I think I miss [...]
Posts from ‘October, 2009’
what’s cooking
Momentile Monday
There’s been a reversal,
although not unfortunate.
A rendition that sounds
sweet as it swings to a rusty
harmonic’s saw, harsh
when it faces the crowded field.
Rarefied when viewed from below.
Photo: pfanderson
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For Monday Momentile, an idea of PF Anderson and Tiny Doctor. Well, it was the Doc’s, but we said hell yes. Or something like that.
Shadow Spot Sunday
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I love Hey Harriet. She creates galleries of some of the last week shots (but do look at Mr Linky for everyone!) and takes you on a tour of her own. Terrific images nicely put together. (Bink on the camera to go to Hey Harriet.)
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New visitor’s first comments have to [...]
already missing the blue
Muted Senses Are On Alert
The hours of civil light leave piecemeal
Clouded by normal twists in a natural world
Crepuscular hunters win the long twilight
And wrestle blue from October’s sky to ground
Damp pushes moods to sit close, hog the blanket
Musty from a short summer. Matutinal edicts
Are forced on those who crave the long slant light
Long draughts to [...]
climate change and dirty power
I wasn’t sure I was going to write this Blog Action Day about climate change, and not because I don’t believe it is the single most important environmental issue facing us today. I do.
I don’t have anything to say that hasn’t already been said.
But I can point Oregonians to an an important issue that’s been [...]
Protected: A Body of Work #7
There is no excerpt because this is a protected post.
A Body of Work #6
A Body of Work #6
This body tries so hard
To be like any other
(Fashion is restless & cruel)
Yet cells replace themselves
Every seven or so years
In mimicry if not improvement
A familial dictate to comply
Sharecropper, copper miner, cook
When this body’s cells morph
They create sickness
The grave kind that vocal
chords lisp as “cee”
Resting lightly on the s-sound
As if to avoid [...]
Shadow Shot Sunday
A sunny walk along the Willamette River, under the Morrison Bridge:
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Do go check out Hey Harriet. She creates galleries of some of the last week shots and takes you on a tour of her own. Terrific images nicely put together. This week she’s got three fantastic river shots herself! Serendipity: I love it. [...]
