I Write PoetrySestina Something, I feel, is missing from my mind.1 I sense an emptiness and there can seem 2 a dreadful balance. Will the numbness grow3 or other thoughts I cannot bear surge through?4 Which would be worse? I long to feel complete;5 the... See More »
I Write PoetryWhat the Cow Thought About the Rain I lie upon the soft food that I chew and I sense cold. Now come the spots of wet upon my hide. Now wet fills all my view. I bite and taste the wetness on the food and masticate and meditate and moo.
I Write PoetryMy version of Catullus 92 Lesbia can’t stop talking badly about me - She clearly loves me, never doubt me. How can I tell? Well, I’m just the same, I constantly criticise but still love that dame.
I Write PoetryMy version of Catullus 83 When Lesbia’s husband hears her talking me down, He smiles with delight, the silly old clown. An ass who knows nothing! If she ignored me That would be fine. But growling and worrying Shows she’s thinking of me and my... See More »
I Have a Messed Up Sleep ScheduleI can't get to sleep. I have been tossing and turning for hours. Does anyone have any advice?
I Write PoetryThis is my version of Catullus 70: She says, he says My woman says that she loves me so sweetly, She’d never betray me with man or with deity. She says . . . But the words of a woman in lust really oughta Be writ on the winds or scribbled in... See More »
