Thursday, October 2, 2014
Wednesday, October 1, 2014
Tuesday, September 30, 2014
Monday, September 29, 2014
What the Dead Fear
On winter nights, the dead
see their photographs slipped
from the windows of wallets,
their letters stuffed in a box
with the clothes for Goodwill.
No one remembers their jokes,
their nervous habits, their dread
of enclosed places.
In these nightmares, the dead feel
the soft nub of the eraser
lightening their bones. They wake up
in a panic, go for a glass of milk
and see the moon, the fresh snow,
the stripped trees.
Maybe they fix a turkey sandwich,
or watch the patterns on the TV.
It’s all a dream anyway.
In a few months
they’ll turn the clocks ahead,
and when they sleep they’ll know the living
are grieving for them, unbearably lonely
and indifferent to beauty. On these nights
the dead feel better. They rise
in the morning, and when the cut
flowers are laid before their names
they smile like shy brides. Thank you,
thank you, they say. You shouldn’t have,
they say, but very softly, so it sounds
like the wind, like nothing human.
Poem by Kim Addonizio
Sunday, September 28, 2014
Saturday, September 27, 2014
Friday, September 26, 2014
For hours I had tried to sleep
restless and wild,
I could settle on nothing
and fell, in envy
of the things of darkness
following their sleepy course--
the root and branch, the bloodied beak--
even the screams from the cold leaves
were as red songs that rose and fell
in their accustomed place.
Photo taken 9/24/2014
Thursday, September 25, 2014
We watched this the other night (currently available at Redbox) and we both really enjoyed it. If slow burns bore you, I'd skip it. But if you're into that sort of thing, then I'd recommend it.
And don't watch the trailer beforehand...it just gives too much away...like they all do these days.