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Sometimes I’ll Take Time
Sometimes I’ll take time to compose a sentence, Perhaps pinning words to a swift fleeing thought, Or maybe because an id-freighted post Twitted or TikTokked its way to my screen, And, though but a sentence, it compels me to spend … Continue reading
Re-beam Me Up an Episode Concept, Scotty
Interesting: the 3rd non-pilot episode of Star Trek: The Original Series (which was the 4th episode aired because the show’s 2nd pilot, “Where No Man Has Gone Before,” was the 3rd episode broadcast) was “The Naked Time,” about a mysterious … Continue reading
Did this ever happen to you?
I chased my love away And made sure she would go Because I feared the pain of when She’d go all on her own.
Sumer is…
Sumer is icumen in Rather like Elijah, That is to say, Leave the door open, And set a place, But don’t get Your hopes up.
Anagapesis
Love may, as though by lightning hit, Flare bright and shine out briefly, Or cast its glow, cool and slow, As by the north lights lit. But fast or slow, It still will go Out And let the dark back … Continue reading
New Year’s Morning
We climb from the solstice Into clean cold light, Shedding tarnished tinsel ashes, Wearing hueless haze, Awaiting the staining colors Of the next march of days.
Carols of Bad Behavior
It’s the most wonderful time of the year, featuring the omnipresent background soundtrack of holiday carols that, from sheer repetition, leads me willy-nilly to generate parodic mockeries. Here are three: 🎵“Good King Wenceslas got high On coke and pot and … Continue reading
Alternative Captions and the Holidays
Many years ago, when I first visited my future in-laws over the holidays, I saw that they had set up a small crèche as one of their holiday decorations. I may (or may not) have scandalized them by remarking, “It … Continue reading
Standard Time
Time, as we clock it,Falls back this week:And the hour handAs it retreatsPulls the dawn with it.Yes, day will come sooner—but its early lightPortends the coming of an earlier night.
L.A. Autumn
The L.A. autumn dances in, Santa Ana in one hand, fogbank in the other, Bewildering immigrant trees whose forebears Had grown in climes more orderly, Where seasons stepped in stately grace And not in helter-skelter leaps, pliés, and pirouettes, Where … Continue reading
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