Day 3 also included breaking in my pasta machine for the first time, so I’m pretty thrilled this is here at all! Buzzing Wild And what if I said — I am searching for my whole green island, buzzing wild. Heart-harbor reaching out to hold […]
Day 2! Success! Still not entirely happy with these line breaks, but I’m going to sleep on any more revisions. Or leave them until the end of the month… Yeah, probably the latter. Forest Love Story If only I had thorns like a thistle […]
Every year, I think about participating in National Novel Writing Month, and every year I am confronted by the fact that I am borderline incapable of writing anything but dialogue when I start to write a prose story. Regardless, I’ve been looking for some kind of excuse to start writing more again – lately, I’ve been pretty exclusively writing code and D&D scenarios – so I’ve decided to participate in NaNoWriMo in my own way! By not writing a novel… But! By writing a poem every day and throwing it up here for some semblance of accountability. We’ll see how far I get. This poem was inspired by my first trip to the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston.
Sleep, Sleep!
Recumbent mountain sheep – head resting
on the crumpled ice and tender green nails
reaching upward. Dream of your hands held
in a wisdom fist, transcendent, declaring
I have always held my whole heart open
to every passing whirlwind! Of course you have,
in the moon glare, thought yourself a dragon
wrapping ’round my walls. And I have felt you
in the silver-cold ashes of my wall-to-wall smile.
Sheep, you are Achilles and unable to hide
your power. Wrap your brocade curls tight
on all sides and reject their aggressive simplicity.
The ones who tried to feed you through their sound holes
could never make you sing for them – no. We turn
our gaze, altar-forged, heartward, and leave
the lolling heads of angels scattered on the ground.
So I’m not a very good blogger. Three posts in five years is… oh, a tiny bit pitiful. But, well… I’ve been up to a lot! About two and a half months ago, I left my job as a museum STEAM educator to venture into […]
Okay, so I may have let this blog languish a bit. For oh… a year? More? I’d rather not look at when the last entry was dated. But hey, I’ve been busy! After all, last time I was here, I was a lowly graduate student, […]
Yes, those are the Avengers made out of clothespins, colored masking tape, and pipe cleaners. Because clothespins are just as good as action figures, okay? You know they are.