May 2012
10 posts
Remembering the bright unbroken planet
Jet by Tony Hoagland
Sometimes I wish I were still out
on the back porch, drinking jet fuel
with the boys, getting louder and louder
as the empty cans drop out of our paws
like booster rockets falling back to Earth
and we soar up into the summer stars.
Summer. The big sky river rushes overhead,
bearing asteroids and mist, blind fish
and old space suits with skeletons inside.
On Earth, men...
“A damned good poet and a fair critic; but he can kiss my ass as a man and he...”
– Ernest Hemingway, on T.S. Eliot
“We all have a lot more to read than we can read and a lot more to do than we can...”
– Reading Together, Knowing the Ending
Your habitual lying.
WHAT MAKES UNICORNS CRY By Bob Shea
Seasonal allergies
Those who refuse to believe in them
Orphans throwing socks at them
Renegade wizards who refuse to join the alliance
A sad movie
Getting punched in the horn
Unicorn-themed fan fiction
War, poverty, injustice, the same stuff as you and me
Older, mean-spirited unicorns
Your habitual lying
Overactive thyroid
