COLORS
Alluring Wyoming
on a midsummer evening before the storm:
A sun-kissed, bubbling creek
beneath an aura of ivy laurel
The forest, deep in magenta mist
and whispy, icicle blue angel wings of ivory hue
An electric yellow sunbeam glow
Turns jadesheen, then juniper green
The serene terra cotta terrain
with its ashen sagebrush,
cornhusk and rye
Like desert dust against a copper sky
Lava stone [...]
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COLORS
Posted in Language about Language, Poetry on November 25, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I Sleep With Pencil Lead in My Hand
Posted in Language about Language on January 2, 2009 | 3 Comments »
I have a piece of lead stuck in the palm of my right hand
It happened in 1967 behind my school
I often wondered if it would go to my heart one day and kill me
Now I use graphite – the harmless carbon used to lubricate machinery
It is not deadly, like lead
I write, not because I have a piece of [...]
Gay Marriage?
Posted in Language about Language, Special interest on July 22, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
H_M_S_X_ _L_TY
Redefining marriage
It’s easy. Just add vowels. Then hmsxlty won’t look so weird!
On Writing Poetry
Posted in Language about Language on June 22, 2008 | 2 Comments »
Writing poetry without inspiration is like trying to relish a dessert by sampling its ingredients one-by-one. It is cheating the Muses by cutting off their locks while they sleep. Awake the Muses! Then write as they finger their tresses, contemplatively. Then mix, shake well, and savor the ambrosia of the gods.
I Saw Three Ships
Posted in Language about Language on December 2, 2007 | 5 Comments »
Feliz Navidad is roughly translated Merry Christmas, with the word navidad corresponding to nativity. Sometimes it is used as an adjective, such as in Luces Navideños (Nativity Lights). As far as I know there has been no political attempt to use substitutes for Feliz Navidad, as there has been in recent years with Christmas. Everywhere I [...]
Shouting in Space
Posted in Language about Language on September 29, 2007 | 2 Comments »
There is no oxygen in space, and really no air. It’s hard to think of air as mass, but it is. It’s even more incomprehensible to think of the disappearance of air. Something can “vanish into thin air,” but into what can “thin air” vanish?
The Last Part of Welcome is Me
Posted in Language about Language on August 16, 2007 | 1 Comment »
I want to take a moment to welcome myself to this blog. [That's me on the right, Marine son on left]“Blog” sounds like Klingon. It’s a heavy word that rolls off your tongue like stroke-speech. But nevertheless I’m going to do a “blog”. Since the last part of welcome is “me” and the first part [...]
