Tuesday, December 29, 2009


Same crows, same blue hour, less active tonight. Miserably hanging in the treetops spotlit by the
frozen silver moon.  Eight degrees.

Sam survived the removal of a tooth  from the center of his pallet today. The kid is a shark. A brave shark eating soft foods for the next few days. Eight years old.

Monday, December 28, 2009

Wintery Conditions

Is this what they call the Blue Hour ?
Just after dusk, a moment before night?
Over Webster Square, right now,
not just a murder, but a swirling emergency of crows.
Must be hundreds of them blowing around up there.

At work, the room seems filled with drug addicts -  loud, desperate, demanding instant relief.
A kid is lying ventilated upstairs, shot by police on the holiday weekend.
It's a bad idea to show them a knife, no matter how crazy you feel,
even if it Christmas.

A river of children come through the doors all day long marking the official end of the Christmas Truce.
This wind is very cold tonight. Truly fierce suddenly.
 Find cover.

Saturday, December 26, 2009

Start Writing This Year!

This year, coming soon, I'm planning on doing some writing. This has been dogging me for years. Time to try, time to try, time to try. Time to see if there is really anything in there.

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