#po'try

[blue-dartwing]

In other news, I love the robes he has on. I transliterated the runes once. They say something like: "HAIL WORM-KING: THROUGH DEATH, FIND LIFE ETERNAL" iirc. (I'll double check one of these days).

[courtbouillon]

There are worse things than having behaved foolishly in public. There are worse things than these miniature betrayals, committed or endured or suspected; there are worse things than not being able to sleep for thinking about them. It is 5 a.m. All the worse things come stalking in and stand icily about the bed looking worse and worse and worse.

Fleur Adcock, Things

[gigliawananomicon-blog]

outcrop the neck dropped slightly lower than the ear

I peer behind the feathered curve to catch a glimpse of sighing mirror

through with wintered cots and following knots, I owe all of my fortunes this year

next time I lay an eye to stay, another moon will bring me near

[zootndingo]

Victorian poetry at its school-yard best

Since ever the world was spinning And till the world shall end You've your man in the beginning Or you have him in the end, But to have him from start to finish And neither to borrow nor lend Is what all of the girls are wanting And none of the gods can send.

[whiskeydynamite]

It's not only the word roses lurking inside neurosis or the fact that most of my formal education occurred in the midwest, so too my summer job inhaling industrial reactants should be considered. It's an unstable world, babe. Always an inner avalanche as they say in receiving. I'm sure if I'd gotten a shot of Karl instead of Zeppo Marx in utero, things would have turned out differently. Instead, my mother went right on eating lobster. But where were we? . . .

This Living Hand [excerpt]   by Dean Young