He had been chosen.
He exalted in that crown.
He illuminated the joys
of mortals, and
the pain.
He, the right of
the first born.
The right to damn me.
Every morning he rises I fall, deeper,
his shining crown always brighter.
It burns the tears that can never wet my cheeks.
Archive for April, 2008
Kafka Poemicized
Posted in Poetry, tagged Helios, kafka, sun on April 30, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Poem Translation
Posted in Uncategorized on April 28, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Danish:
Landskaber
At.
At gå.
At gå baglæns i egne fodspor.
Skridt: Navn.
Gang: Bevægelige navne.
Du spurgte mig, om jeg havde lyst til at gå en tur,
Og spørgsmålet
forgrenede sig ud i landskabet.
Landskabet prøver sin stemme på os,
det prøver at udtale
vores fremmedartede navne,
men vi er heller ikke i stand til
at formulere dét. Hvad vil du vide?
Det siger: ”Vær ikke bange, bliv her.”
Vi [...]
The Pen, meter exercise
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized, tagged meter, pen on April 28, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
The pen has lost its cap.
The pen rests surely in all hands.
The pen that could have wrote the Bible.
The pen that writes in red.
The pen that bends easily to a will.
The pen waits ready in a pocket.
The pen has always had a broken grip.
The pen survived so many years.
The pen was always a simple tool.
Snapshot Poem
Posted in Uncategorized on April 23, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Upstairs in a cozy attic,
soft games of ball.
He’d slow himself down,
hold himself back
while I rounded
the bases
of pillows.
Plays always ending with hugs.
Arms that felt so big,
a strength and comfort
that I would never ever reach.
Audio
Fiction Reflection
Posted in Reflection on April 21, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Exploring character through the dimensions of making the real into the imaginary was great. I had a blast with the two-sentence stranger study. For the creative nonfiction stranger study, I felt that I learned a lot about what specific details about real people are necessary to make them into believable characters. However, I still felt [...]
Prose Snapshots
Posted in Uncategorized on April 21, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
1. Upstairs in a cozy attic of soft games of ball. He would always slow his pace and reactions as I ran around the bases of pillows, plays ending in hugs. Arms that felt so big, a strength that I would never ever reach.
2. His body is turned away from me and he is focused [...]
response to poem/poetry: Ezra Pound, In a Station of the Metro
Posted in Uncategorized on April 21, 2008 | 2 Comments »
How do you do it?
Small, simple words
in bite-size expressions
carrying the weight
of the world.
How do you do it?
Something said in a way
no one else could say.
Unique, fresh, moving.
How do you do it?
Touching my heart
moving it with your pen,
opening my eyes.
Excerpts from writer’s journal
Posted in Fiction on April 21, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
The endless cavern is lit brilliantly and we know that all around us is open suffering. Gaping mouths like open sores through which the pus of an infected soul cannot escape.
Left, right, forward, he lunged around and pushed his body under the falling flakes. He would not be touched by them, he absolutely refused, he [...]
Second Chances
Posted in Fiction, tagged clara, Gina, wheel of fortune on April 21, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
She wanted to know whether to cook the canned peas or the canned carrots. John Solomon looked away from Wheel of Fortune for a moment to look at her leaning against the frame of the kitchen doorway at the other end of the room. “Flip a coin, maybe” he said to her. John settled [...]
Writer Imitation: Lorrie Moore
Posted in Reading As a Writer, tagged imitation, Lorrie Moore on April 21, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
You hear the door close. Rachel is back, carrying groceries. Stand to meet her and kiss her on the cheek. She turns away from you and puts the groceries on the table, sighing. “The store was very busy,” says Rachel.
Say: “At least now your home with me.” She leaves the groceries on the counter [...]
