Found in Translation
Monday, June 7th, 2010Talking to someone on the autism spectrum can be like talking to a genius for whom English is a second language. The way Gabriel turns a phrase usually is the correct way; and when it's not, it should be.
Archive for the ‘poetry’ Category
Talking to someone on the autism spectrum can be like talking to a genius for whom English is a second language. The way Gabriel turns a phrase usually is the correct way; and when it's not, it should be.
Garden Clippings
Sunday, May 16th, 2010Cleaning the garden ready for crops: Three trees to be fully trimmed using a hand saw. Is this showing more love than a chainsaw? This is showing hard work. Where's the beer? April Snow in May! The rain has washed away the lilac blooms, but the peonies are about to open. Our tulips and crocuses dropped their flowers. Our day lilies and perennials budding and blooming. Our ...
Migraine
Tuesday, April 28th, 2009"Pain is completely subjective. It is whatever the patient says it is." - Nursing textbook I don't want to say what the pain is - sheets of acid raining down my skull - glass shards slicing tendons pre-seared by red heat - icicle, tearing gobbets from my now-dry tongue - the persistent pulse of a now-hated ...
Red Between the Lines
Wednesday, April 15th, 2009She was driven fearing the ones she left behind instead of the one she was with. Behind her, the party In her blood, the party In the driver's seat, the party. She was crying, the tires then were crying, after her, was crying. -- This rough cut glass was composed in the same 30 seconds as the gem previously posted ...
What’s My Line
Wednesday, April 15th, 2009When I am between the lines i'm told to get back in i'm driving forward i'm told to shush. When I am behind the lines i'm surrounded by THEM i'm hiding and moving i'm not home. When I am on the line i'm waiting to race i'm gambling i'm at risk Like Here. -- This 30-second poem was edited only to arrange lines in ...
too much pane
Saturday, April 11th, 2009Poetry often enters through the window of irrelevance. M. C. Richards The window of irrelevance opens from my head. My friends stare corner-eyed through un-shuttered blinds, Then look away. Opportunity flies when opened to the wrong person. Some drafty days—followed by nights when I regard too much— demand I clean the glass. Then I need to see clearly what is through, and ...
Inside lives a fool
Saturday, April 4th, 2009Inside lives a fool, hiding where he can't be seen. He won't ever let--
Betrayed Chum
Friday, April 3rd, 2009It's my friend you see, something I cast behind me catering to fear. - Hopefully my April poem-a-day will get better than a lame haiku. My first two poems, belatedly started today, are worse than this.
the space between words
Thursday, March 19th, 2009The 80/20 Rule says 80% of anything is crap. Or maybe it says 80% of people like only 20% of what they find. Whatever.* Feels like 80/20 is becoming 90/10, as I grow more intolerant discerning. Today I discovered an 80/20 poet, Angie, at the space between words. I'm drawn ...