Month: January 2015

In February, which is coming

When I remember that I am the god of love, I am not surprised by how my body responds to beauty. I am not surprised that the love I feel came to me unaware, something outside the reach of my conscience, beyond the intricate…

Poetry has no part in society

A friend of a Facebook friend (neither of whom I know personally) posted this today: I feel like poetry has no part in society. We never use poetry in our lives but sometimes it is fun to read. I feel like if poetry doesn’t…

January

Shower the world with crackling leaves, Dead and limp before but now firm From frozen dew, this ground your signal To the creatures you watch in the night. Shower the broken places with jangles Of icy prairie grass and let the spring thaw Spark…