November 2009
6 posts
Sometimes suicide is slow. A friend tries, fails; tries, fails. But the body holds our secrets and never forgets.
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One day, years later, the body holds a bright, growing ball and says, “See? Look what I have done for you.”
Elizabeth Westmark
EU president's haiku
The EU’s new “president”, Herman Van Rompuy posts haiku on his blog. Because Kris asked, I translated and tweeted a few of them. This is the one I liked best:
Ik ruik de vrieslucht, en stap er dwars doorheen. Ik adem vrij.
I smell the frosty air and step right through it. Breathing freely.
__ Herman Van Rompuy (translated by aj3d)
falling leaves haiku
silent
leaves crushing rustling falling silently
dead
fallen dead leaves dead leaves falling down
aj3d
Questions
Whose birth is not the enigma one always hopes for
And isn’t my birth the good friend I go on missing
So, why is my sun limited to moonlight
And why isn’t there a hospital for faces cut from the moon
Why shouldn’t I write mysterious poems if I am not grief
Aren’t there fleet horses running along the top of my trees
Isn’t my true life a furrow through...
the sky a gray cat curled around horizon - one pearl moon eye open
morganabag
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Burial plots for frogs: a micropoetry exchange
Four months ago, over at Identica, Patricia F. Anderson and I traded poems based on recent news stories. I started off, and we alternated thereafter. I believe Patricia kept a list of links to the news stories we drew upon, if anyone’s curious. —Dave
The mayor of Kiev raffles off his kisses & sells burial plots for frogs. He greets protesters with a song, saying: only God sings...