December 2010
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A Short Testament →
Today’s poem at Writer’s Almanac, the last stanza of which is the best collection of words* I’ve read in a while:
When winter is over And all your unimaginable promises Burst into song on death’s bare branches.
* I say “collection,” because without the rest of the poem, the words have very little context for meaning — which makes them even better, now...
Dispatches from Wisconsin
Hello, how are you all?
It’s been a while since I’ve actually written something here, and not just reblogged an image on a whim, such as a captioned owl I found (and still find) quite amusing.
I’ve realized lately that I feel like I have less that I need to say on here. Sam and I talk about everything, and with the few hours every day I have to myself, I guess don’t feel...
“If we don’t laugh, boy, we’ve got problems.”
– Ron Santo
Manna
Everywhere, everywhere, snow sifting down, a world becoming white, no more sounds, no longer possible to find the heart of the day, the sun is gone, the sky is nowhere, and of all I wanted in life – so be it – whatever it is that brought me here, chance, fortune, whatever blessing each flake of snow is the hint of, I am grateful, I bear witness, I hold out my arms, palms up, I know it is...