ten days later

it's silly to begin this post which is itself begun after a lengthy hiatus during which much has happened and after which I attempted to compose a sentence that is laden with as many prepositional clauses as possible, notwithstanding my lassitude at counting them in spite of myself.

so, this is what's that. i went to vermont this week, and not just because i have hearts in my eyes for it; i also had a job interview there. this is not uncommon news, but what is common news is that it felt like a serious success! i am very, very hopeful.

because i'm basically ramshackle with sneeziness and allergency at the moment, i'd better go, but there is more that will happen on here, however eventually.

please have loveliness and adventure.

Poems (the first of several installments)

One at a time, I'm posting these. Then I'll archive them into a separate area.

this is from 2003.

if you’re looking

check yourself first if

you’re looking for sense

in the city today, always

down the wrong avenue

or via some flawful ex-

press stratagem. where

is it or has it gone?

it’s moping and bored on a

windowsill, potentially.

it’s in every properly running

fridge and faucet, rumored

and pending substantiation.

it’s somewhere spayed

and then neutered and

suited up fancy, it

might be suggested.

it’s in a yesterday

cup of residue, cold and

colder just the same,

dreaming of spring,

somebody is certain.

it may or might be where

inert emotion’s settled

with the silt and the spit in a

disuseful subway station,

scary and sustaining

the roaches and the rats.

is it in a fleeting equity

that kisses each

creature with a last

heavy blink until

each tomorrow? it’s

possible. nothing is

not. nothing suffers

only to be seen so doing.