September 1, 2015 § 3 Comments
I’m here now: shutter and muse. Learning photography. See ya, I hope.
April 18, 2013 § 1 Comment
In the Jewish culture, the number 36 is significant: twice 18, which is the numeric value of chai. When today’s prompt asked us to use the same word for the beginning and the end of a poem, I wanted something random. I took the 36th word on the 36th page of my closest book (nothing 36ish about the book, The Group), and used it. Yes, if you look closely I cheated and put ‘my’ in front of the first word, but I used the same phrase at the beginning and the end.
My room calls for me — beyond the sky,
surrounded by spinning orbs and freckled stars.
Watch me float, dizzy with fear and joy.
Send Bradbury to hold my hand
or have a majestic angel purse his lips
and drive me even farther.
Please let me find in space my room.
April 17, 2013 § 2 Comments
Says NaPoWriMo, “Early on in the month, I asked you to write a valediction — a poem of farewell. Today, let’s try the opposite, and write poems of greeting.” I did, and below is my greeting, or would be greeting, as things stand.
If you were an emperor,
I would welcome you with perfumed limbs and painted toes.
If you were a warrior,
fresh berries and gentle doeskin would rest near your fire.
If you were a craftsman,
I’d rub oil in your hands and have stew in your dish.
If you were my love,
I’d give you my heart.