My head is full of bees.
Every thought vibrates in the philosophic hive.
And the poet said: O, for a muse of fire.
Yes: and a bee suit
and a smoker and shield.
O for a Muse of Fire
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Monthly Archives: September 2011
The Playlist
And so I must
(I must, I must increase my bust!)
And so I will
(get my thrills on Blueberry Hill)
And when you go
(Stop! In the name of love!)
I’ll still be here
(Here I am here.)
Voices, Vices, Vinci
Say What?
I’m still sort of figuring out this whole blog page thing. I’m a writer who doesn’t like to keep paper files or write in a journal.
I’m weird like that.
And navel-gazing isn’t all that interesting to me either — you’ve seen one, you’ve seen a million — which is why I think I’m going to kick this off, for reals, by talking about people who inspire me, people whose work I really, really enjoy. The ones who, in the words of Caesar, veni, vidi, vinci it for me. Oh, that’s Latin for: really does it for me. (Actually, it isn’t that at all, but I’m nicer than Caesar.) Continue reading
Shoal Creek, Austin
Soul of Shoal
Dry. Brittle as glass, ground cracks with every step.
We could really use the rain.
Rain.
Inspiration.
We’re all waiting for nourishment.
We take what we can take
when we can take it.
We could really use the rain.
