23 November 2011
04 November 2011
detail a day 364
i look for god like i look for my glasses,
patting surfaces blindly, careful
not to snap the fragile frame
patting surfaces blindly, careful
not to snap the fragile frame
02 November 2011
01 November 2011
30 October 2011
28 October 2011
25 October 2011
detail a day 357
like the cat who, let out,
turns her face to the sun
to feel through her fur
the light on her skin
turns her face to the sun
to feel through her fur
the light on her skin
detail a day 356
it took years to learn how to read, and much longer
to interpret the space on the page
18 October 2011
15 October 2011
13 October 2011
detail a day 353
Now I am become death, destroyer of worlds.
--Oppenheimer quoting the Bhagavad-Gita, after the Trinity test
detail a day 352
The light that shattered the predawn darkness was greater than that of 500 suns.
Aim is perfect. Deeds, not words.
Cloud moves to open ocean,
precise nature.
Although no one said so outright.
It is a team capable of destroying any city in the world,
a firecracker compared to today's monster.
Exactly as expected.
By the year 2000 they believe man
will be extracting fuel from common rocks
and food from wheat stalks, roots
and plantlife that today is discarded as worthless.
coral dust, Russia,
mammoth, radio, butter,
paving on Tuesday.
Aim is perfect. Deeds, not words.
Cloud moves to open ocean,
precise nature.
Although no one said so outright.
It is a team capable of destroying any city in the world,
a firecracker compared to today's monster.
Exactly as expected.
By the year 2000 they believe man
will be extracting fuel from common rocks
and food from wheat stalks, roots
and plantlife that today is discarded as worthless.
coral dust, Russia,
mammoth, radio, butter,
paving on Tuesday.
(found poem via The Altus Times-Democrat, Monday May 21, 1956)
11 October 2011
detail a day 350
to clear room for our new bed, we took
apart the old headboard we'd rocked loose
from the frame: more for the woodpile
to warm us later.
10 October 2011
detail a day 349
To tell if my contact lens is inside out, i place it in the crease of my palm then close my hand. if the blue-tinted disc folds like a clamshell, it's right. If it puckers, it's inside out.
detail a day 348
the uncanny valley is a phenomenon that occurs when computer-generated animation or robots' realism causes revulsion in the viewer rather than empathy.
07 October 2011
detail a day 346
radio reverend numbering verses
like a quarterback calls plays.
i've had enough of the lamb:
show me god's wolf
like a quarterback calls plays.
i've had enough of the lamb:
show me god's wolf
06 October 2011
05 October 2011
04 October 2011
03 October 2011
29 September 2011
23 September 2011
detail a day 338
the drummer stroked a bow over the edge of his cymbal
and drew a shudder from all of us.
sax shrieks in our hearts stuttering with the upright
and violins' broken voices.
in this same theatre, 18, we kissed in the catwalk,
the band below too loud to listen,
it was a blessing, a blessing.
and drew a shudder from all of us.
sax shrieks in our hearts stuttering with the upright
and violins' broken voices.
in this same theatre, 18, we kissed in the catwalk,
the band below too loud to listen,
it was a blessing, a blessing.
21 September 2011
detail a day 337
i was so nearsighted as a kid, any distance blurred,
so i learned to read the shapes of things, could tell
the silhouette of someone i loved from blocks away
so i learned to read the shapes of things, could tell
the silhouette of someone i loved from blocks away
20 September 2011
detail a day 336
the arils of yew are the only edible part of the plant and a favorite fruit of birds. the leaves, wood, and bitter seeds so difficult to extract from the bright red fruit are toxic enough to kill livestock.
19 September 2011
detail a day 335
The lost cat poster on the stop sign shows the hand-drawn face of Snuffles.
It hung for weeks until the morning the rain rinsed the ink off the paper, but
when I passed again on my way home that night, the sign was back,
this time laminated with packing tape.
It hung for weeks until the morning the rain rinsed the ink off the paper, but
when I passed again on my way home that night, the sign was back,
this time laminated with packing tape.
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