.
It finally rained the other night,
a long, soaking rain,
and I remember now
why winter is unbearable
sometimes, keeping all
that soothing rain
locked up tight
in the greedy clouds
or making me
jealous
by sending the sound
of rain elsewhere
when I need it here
to help me sleep.
.
29 March 2011
26 March 2011
22 March 2011
Supermoons and found poetry
A friend sent me this link, and I direct you there for the following line:
So pay attention when you're watching the moon. :)
"Although a full moon
theoretically lasts
just a moment,
that moment
is imperceptible to
ordinary observation."
So pay attention when you're watching the moon. :)
17 March 2011
Yesterday it felt like spring
That breaking point sort of day
when it's still 30 degrees, but
suddenly you know it's nearly
spring, and you don't want to wear
your hood or your hat, but you still
wear your gloves
just because.
when it's still 30 degrees, but
suddenly you know it's nearly
spring, and you don't want to wear
your hood or your hat, but you still
wear your gloves
just because.
12 March 2011
Dead trees in winter
You can always tell which are the dead trees even in winter
like lepers who've lost fingers
trunks and bigger branches
all that remain
standing
like lepers who've lost fingers
trunks and bigger branches
all that remain
standing
09 March 2011
Something a friend shared with me
I'm not really a linkblogger, but I have to be today. Check this out (preferably with good headphones). Also, be sure to check out the link with more information about the project and how it came to be. It's kind of amazing.
http://www.inbflat.net/
http://www.inbflat.net/
05 March 2011
A socking development
Why do all my socks die in batches? It's like they all just decide they've had enough at the same time, and suddenly, I have a lot of new rags.
I hate getting new socks because they're like new towels: they're all fluffy and have all this excess cottony energy. I hate wads of cotton collecting in weird places in my shoes. And it takes forever to get all the excess worn away. And then, soon after that, they die. Sad.
I wonder if the socks would last longer if I didn't just buy the cheapest socks I can find?
I hate getting new socks because they're like new towels: they're all fluffy and have all this excess cottony energy. I hate wads of cotton collecting in weird places in my shoes. And it takes forever to get all the excess worn away. And then, soon after that, they die. Sad.
I wonder if the socks would last longer if I didn't just buy the cheapest socks I can find?
02 March 2011
Messing with My Head
We are trying to fool my brain here, so shhhhhh; don't tell it. While we do that, we have a lot more time not spent in bed being annoyed about not being asleep, and we can write more. Hooray!
The plan is that, since I get 6 hours of sleep or less on average, we will only let me be in bed for 6 hours. This will make my brain know we mean business, and it will have to get really efficient to get close to 6 hours if I'm only in bed for 6 hours. Then, once it learns to, you know, sleep while in bed, we can increase the time I spend in bed and also increase my amount of sleep.
This is the theory.
Let's see how stubborn and ornery my brain is in practice . . .
The plan is that, since I get 6 hours of sleep or less on average, we will only let me be in bed for 6 hours. This will make my brain know we mean business, and it will have to get really efficient to get close to 6 hours if I'm only in bed for 6 hours. Then, once it learns to, you know, sleep while in bed, we can increase the time I spend in bed and also increase my amount of sleep.
This is the theory.
Let's see how stubborn and ornery my brain is in practice . . .
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