A warm bear hug to Pouting
Bear who says ’’We are two persons, although
it's hard to tell most of the time. Along with an affection for words, we share
a last name. Curtis Ackie is a bear that mostly writes, and Ivana is a pouty
git correcting his ways.” Welcome aboard!
new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer's block
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Friday, September 30, 2011
Keeping the Objective within Reach
As much defined by what escapes, may what
remains be worth keeping.
—William Michaelian
Finding myself
Musing over
This pen
Sieve.
Thursday, September 29, 2011
How to Eavesdrop on Your Echo
I keep telling you
Distance is in the
way
You have to make
room for it
Under your roof
Without giving
yourself away.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Huuklyeand Cinquor on Bernstein’s Artifice of Absorption
So powerful was his gift
Of garb, you had to
Moderator’s comments: Now we know where Cinquor has been hiding out these past two months: Checking out the new world naked emperor’s new clothes!
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Monday, September 26, 2011
Does This Ring a Bell?
We have no bats
In our belfry
Because we have
No bell tower—
So we have to make
do
With what we have
To do without, even
if it does
Sound crazy.
Sunday, September 25, 2011
"Too Dead for a Dog"
—for Peter Goedhart
Though my friend did
say
Exactly that about that up-
Exactly that about that up-
Side down bloated
Carcass as we drove past,
I wonder if he really believed
Something could be too dead;
I mean dead is dead and there’s
No too about it, though
Strangely enough, his phrase keeps
Running through my mind where
It continues to keep me wondering,
Strangely enough, his phrase keeps
Running through my mind where
It continues to keep me wondering,
Its strangeness too, too alive.
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