I was walking home from my friend’s house (she gave me a partial ride home from school; we only live a block away) and in my alleyway a tree has shed its summer skin. There was a meadow made on the asphalt, all yellow, orange, red, brown. Leaves everywhere. Not dead, not alive — hovering in that space between. I… Read more »
Favourite Poem or Collection of Poetry This is a difficult one. I don’t have many favourite poems as I have favourite poets, and when I look at their works there are a few poems that jump out at me. So I have two. The first is by Langston Hughes. Democracy Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through… Read more »
2009 was a fairly productive year, writing-wise. I finished Bellica, started and finished Snowbound, and started The Jade Star of Athering. I also wrote a few poems, published a book of poetry, and reached a total of 156,732 for my yearly word count. I didn’t make my goal of 200,000, but I’m not too concerned about the 43,268 difference. It… Read more »
In case you go looking for the second poem I mentioned in my last entry, it’s not up. I deleted it because I realized it needed more work and wasn’t ready for public consumption just yet. BSG was fucking phenomenal. That show has changed my life. I never thought I’d say that about a TV show, but there you go…. Read more »
I wrote two more poems today, bringing me a third of the way to my year’s goal. View can be read here, and my Hierophant meets my High Priestess: all bets called off is scheduled for tomorrow. I think I may put my most recent poems into glasstown as well; I need to add more to it. Make it thicker…. Read more »
Tonight I wrote the first poem I’ve penned in over a year. (Link.) This simple fact makes me want to cry tears of joy.
So now that my weekly word-blogging has begun, perhaps some of you would like to start using those words? In a poem perhaps? You could speak of the bimarian quality of Canada (that word is next week, folks) or what is vanmost on your mind when you think of this Great White North. You could comment on the senticous nature… Read more »
We’ve come to the end of an era, my friends. Not a particularly lovely era. A dark age, to be precise. We’ve come through the night and a new day has dawned, bright and shining (and misty in Nanaimo) — a new day, and we can have hope again, because change has come. He’s human, of course. We all are…. Read more »