Imago A box, made of some dark wood with no scent, no discernible grain. Inlaid into the lid, a scene of welcome made from scales that shone like pearls in shallow water. A man and his daughter and a tree with arching limbs. Shall I tell you about angels? There was no latch, no lock, …
bibliophile lust-objects
I think it would come as no surprise to any of you to learn that I am an unrepentant bibliophile, and that libraries are places I put ahead of churches. Doing a bit of surfing, I came across an incredible site: Librophiliac Love Letter: A Compendium of Beautiful Libraries. Go. Browse. Marvel at the incredibly beautiful libraries …
NaPoWriMo 09 – day 29
An Unusual Affection for Paperclips I am growing older, stiffer in knees and hips. How could I not admire the flexibility of paperclips? * Pleasure comes from simple things. Behold a child with a box of coloured paperclips! * Chaos is the final order, and settles among my things. I hold it at bay with bookmarks, …
Planning The Summer King launch!
To add to the chaos the NaPoWriMo has already brought to my life, I'm putting the finishing touches on the plans for my book launch. Many thanks to those of you who offered suggestions. I've just sent off the registration papers to have it all listed as an Official Montana Poetry Day Event. Assuming NZ …
NaPoWriMo 09 – day 28
Mending You are sitting close to the light, intent on thread and needle and the lining of my good coat, trailing like a slipped wing. Outside, snow has started falling again. You taught me to sew. Strange craft for a husband perhaps, and you learned it young. Frowning, you deftly unpick what I had tacked …
A Dark Feathered Art 