Uusually I say that I'm going to take a break from blogging and then, of course, blog more than ever. But it seems I haven't blogged since last week so I actually did take a break this time and so I should mention that I'm still alive -- in case anyone is wondering.
And I know I'll never catch up on reading all of your blogs but I know they were wonderful and it's been my loss.
And I don't have much to say now so I've found a poem I wrote in 2005...a bit weird and not awfully inspirational...but it is what it is:
Hunched under chains of old memories
dug up, dragged back by bits
that make my teeth grind against
your effort to reattach them,
mismatched fantasies of several sizes
on this torso of rigor
until I walk lopsided, stiff
on rotted but still unbending dreams,
skull stuffed with stifled muses
seducers and saints,
the eye of an eagle, the nose of a dog.
I stumble up hill from children
who carry hopeful torches in their bellies,
to hide in windmills
blowing hard rock out
the pegs in my neck.
I think I will have an abbreviated shootout on Friday, however.