New Year

A little early, but always a good time to start posting to the blog again!

Emily found this old poem of mine while unpacking:

Earl had an oversized heart.

He always walked slow
calm
eyes closed sometimes
feeling the warmth and the leaves caress his face as he strolled
and sighed and smiled
and sighed.
I saw Earl running:
And his face was wide in a grimace of ecstasy and the wind arranged his hair into its own world with strands meeting and entwining and departing and his ears began to bulge and elongate with blood and he took off and I lost him in the sun.

Confused

Not only have I not posted (or written) in a while, I have no idea what the hell I've written this time. But hey, I'm writing again.

He moved like a bad poem,
all stops and starts
and unexpected glottals.

There was no even tempo.
I couldn't get a handle on his
metre. His running was walking,

his walking was too fast for
comprehension. His circles
were uneven ellipses.

And in the end he was in the audience
and I was on the stage
and we were all confused.