a returning muse?

the countryside split open - all to the worms' childish delight. liberated, they twitched and writhed, full tilt, onto fresh-frozen corpse-gray concrete. slacks, hemmed by wives & mothers & grandmothers, hung quietly on brown & black leather shoes. the invertebrates didn't mind dodging the giants. 

the skyscraper laughed when the puerile and harmless and newborn-pink strands of flesh dried out under a westward sun. Ligeia rolled, cackling while they festered. 

i google-imaged monster, and i got this:

the murder of hakeem.

"takk glósóli hoppípola"

"thank you, glowing sole, hopping in puddles"

the past few days have included a cruise around town, a filling and enjoyable thursday night, an afternoon in bledsoe's room, a visit from a girl well-missed, a fairly successful dive meet, a perfect morning, a rousing chess game's stalemate, and a starting rain.

today, bernice & i took shadow for a walk in the park. maybe it's strange, but something so simple as running around with an aging dog made me appreciate my vitality. it's great to be so young and so happy and have so many opportunities and so many great people. 

happy new year, for real; optimism is back.

all the new thinking is about loss.

"...that the clown-

faced woodpecker probing the dead sculpted trunk 

of that black birch is, by his presence, 

some tragic falling off from a first world 

of undivided light. Or the other notion that, 

because there is in the world no one thing

to which the bramble of blackberry corresponds, 

a word is elegy to what it signifies. 

we talked about it late last night and in the voice 

of my friend, there was a thin wire of grief, at tone 

almost querulous. After a while I understood that, 

talking this way, everything dissolves." 

-Hass

i'm just excited for 1800 hours tomorrow.

OM GOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOGMOGMOM @ HOUR DELAYYYY!Y!Y!Y!Y!Y!

happy new year

here's to BFFs and good times. here's to a fresh start after a nice and long break.