the sun hides
– for Jackson
The sun hides
behind clouds &
cold wind
but
wishes
to
shine down on
my garden
for the flowers
– Hoc Scripsi
May 22, 2010
a poem for Jackson
May 16, 2010
I had posted something here earlier and came to believe it the worst thing I’ve ever written so I am sparing anyone else the haplessness of such writing.
I am sorry to have written it and subjected anyone else to it. Accept this as my deepest and most heartfelt apology if you had read it.
I replace it with the following image…
I am the dog that ate your homework.
May 12, 2010
not posting today
I failed to sleep properly last night and that ended in me getting up late for an appointment I had this morning which was to last until the afternoon. I made the appointment but was unable to post until now due to these circumstances. At this point I think it is going to be easier to not post today than to post this terrible excuse and partial apology for failing in my communication duties.
I gladly slept for a few hours after arriving back at my home, on my couch with a laptop perched on my lain down body and this page up and ready for typing.
I did manage to write the beginning of a poem of indeterminate length but am not including it here. Instead I am putting down a poem that my 6 year old son has just composed.
clouds
when the clouds
blow
a journey
– not mine
I always hope that I will someday measure up to the person my son is.
April 17, 2010
This morning
Spending the morning listening to vivadixiesubmarinetransmissionplot by Sparklehorse, which was Mark Linkous, who shot himself through his heart earlier this year. See this post for more about that. But this morning I am listening and saddened that he was in so much pain that it came to that.
Most people I admire have committed suicide or lived so dangerously/recklessly that their death might as well been considered a suicide. This makes me worry unnecessarily for the people I admire that are still alive, but there are not many I admire and saying all are suicides is misstating the truth. Some have died as old men/women though not many.
The poem was written for my son.
the sun hides
for Jackson
the sun hides
behind clouds &
cold wind
but
wishes
to
shine down on
my garden
for the flowers
– Hoc Scrips
Horribly tired today. Jackson got me up before six to play and look up information on Box Jellyfish – which I have learned I should be referring to them as Box Sea Jellies now as they are not fish and this was what J really wanted to know.
the platitudes of willful resemblance 