Fog was deployed when erasure was needed, a soft, cold veiled undoing of yesterday, of morning of mind. Though the shroud of clouds did nothing to stifle the sounds of the unmaking- dogs barking, tearing at the thrashing throats of hauled out seals. The break and hiss of water battering rock, the evil seagull laughter … Continue reading Things which are, and the things which shall be hereafter
Poetry of Parenthood
I get some pretty sideways looks when I tell people I'm writing a master's thesis on the poetry of parenthood. Don't get me wrong, occasionally someone thinks that's cool, though most of the time they send me stuff like this strip from Matthew Inman's hilarious webcomic The Oatmeal . Props though to Joan Kane for instead … Continue reading Poetry of Parenthood
Poems for Kent: Q
Sharp enough for whale flesh sharp enough for a shave hand-soap and lather glint of mirror glint of morning light on harpoon head sharp as fear mirror reflecting Queequeg, Ishmael sleeping and through the curtainless window beyond, New Bedford bustling with whalers of the world, ships at port ballasts full of pacific, atlantic and indian … Continue reading Poems for Kent: Q
