Reflections On A Rainy Monday
To get the feeling that I have accomplished something today, and in the vein of embracing my imperfection, I begin this piece at 12:50 am. Where I write, in Seoul, Tuesday has already begun. For most of the people who potentially read this, Tuesday is still hours away. For them it is squarely Monday. Before ...
Reading: The Woods At Night by May Swenson
Anna Thilda May, "May" Swenson (1913-1989) was an American poet and playright, and a very important one with a prolific career. A critic notes that in her poetry, "the sheer thingness of things is joyfully celebrated." She is particularly celebrated for her nature poetry. I read a haunting verse about birds: The Woods At Night The ...
We work at night
The air is standing tired a strong white light pierces it, but never encounters anything such is the space we are in Time is an old friend at the door who must wait until we fix what we will be broken to-night because of that light hitting us But the hours didn't count the hours ...
Night in the City
night lights in the big city. millions of eyes we imagine staring. But I do know what the manin apartment 12.04 is doing the man is readinguntil three am and then he turns off the lightevery single day so it is like we are having aconversation the man and me, and I think abouttomorrow when I ...