Wednesday, March 31, 2010

#30

poor moon
caught as you are
in power lines
and outshone
by the streetlight
is there no end
to the hubris
of these children
cluttering up
the skyline
with these webs
of Power and Light
bury them, o man!
and leave the night sky
to the moon.

ht.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

#?

the period of shock
is mercilessly brief
the breathless, bloodstained
bafflement
before the heaviness of loss
before the cleaning up
and putting away
and sorting of things
the finding of pictures
and toys
and birthday cards
the loss
of hope.

ht.
3.21.10

Friday, March 12, 2010

wahoo!

i am back! please forgive the long lag. several weeks ago, i installed a "hit counter" on my blog. unfortunately for me, it was some sort of commerce worm, automatically redirecting everyone (including me) to an advertisement page. i could not get into my own blog until this morning. it took a herculean effort. i had to poise my pointer-thingy over the "LOG IN" button in an attempt to push it before the worm had a chance to activate. it took several attempts. after attempting to delete it from the template (the easy way) i had to dig it out of the HTML. if you know me, you know that this was akin to tilting at wind-mills. tot one up for don quixote! i may not be able to remember the name of the pointy thing, but i can find the words "hit counter - false id" in a sea of random letters and punctuation marks. (i know. lots of folk do not find them random. to me, cyrillic makes more sense.)
at any rate, i am back. the poetry project is back in the swing. i am, however, changing the "rules." (it is mine. i can do that.)i will keep posting poetry, but i will only commit to posting the best of the week. if that happens four times a week, good for me! but it will happen at least once!
love to all, and so nice to be writing here again.
down with the bloody red queen!
love
heather