brace your magnifying glass
     locked against sunshine
hold it up to my forehead
     let the light come in beneath my skin
use the heat convince me
     listen to the messages from absent friends
trying to reach you through our collective train of
thought train of lips train of burning paper poetry
listen absently
     stir your tea

we are divided, divisible, but still untouchable by they
     love our home better for they talk too much
our haven of understanding is not sewn, not glued,
but torn from the page
     the low-commitment disconnect of the west

packing suitcases which will be left in cars for long sleeping
     licking self-addressed envelopes stuffed with favored promises
dissipate, evaporate, we apostates of they
     lion's pride, crow's murder, sins and vices of the

Write Now, Procrastinate Later!

On writing, time and challenging myself.

For a while I've had the goal of posting an average of a writeup a week, partly because I enjoy the writing, but also because I enjoy the reading and research that goes along with it. In general people seem to enjoy them, and this too gives me pleasure. I notice that thus far in December, I've posted five (and this makes it six).

I also noted that I cleared a number

A ridiculous Christmas game

"It’s just a funny little thing that a couple of idiots from Denmark did to entertain themselves during Christmas."
— Thomas Mertz

Goodness knows I'm no fan of a lot of popular Christmas music. At the first hearing of Jingle Bells and Winter Wonderland I avoid all malls and premises in which Corporate have decided that the