Archive for December, 2008

the flu

I feel special to be part of something special.  According to The Times online, this year’s outbreak of flu is the highest in a decade, and I am one of them.

I started feeling poorly on the 11th, I spent last week in bed with a temperature over 102* for most days, and peeking at over 103*. I have not stopped coughing in as long as I can remember, it seems. 

I am fed up with being sick. I don’t see any light at the end of the tunnel and I am done.

I have not done any Christmas baking.  I have not shopped for a single present.  I have not bought, written or sent any Christmas cards at all.  Sorry.

I missed 4 Idlewild concerts (which tells you just how sick I am), an entire week of work and two pre-Christmas shopping weekends. 

Tomorrow is my last day of work before the holidays and I am struggling to get everything done that I need to get done.  It really is the season to be jolly and joyous.

I’ve no internet at home so my apologies for the lack of posting.

I hope you all have a wonderful season and stay clear away from me because I’m probably still contagious.



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the book of nightmares


If one day it happens

you find yourself with someone you love

in a café at one end

of the Pont Mirabeau, at the zinc bar

where white wine stands in upward opening glasses,


and if you commit then, as we did, the error

of thinking,

one day this will only be memory,



as you stand

at this end of the bridge which arcs,

from love, you think, into enduring love,

learn to reach deeper into the sorrows

to come – to touch

the almost imaginary bones

under the face, to hear under the laughter

the wind crying across the black stones.  Kiss

the mouth

which tells you, here,

here is the world. This mouth.  This laughter.  These temple bones.


The still undanced cadence of vanishing.


-Galway Kinnell – “Little Sleep’s-Head Sprouting Hair in the Moonlight” from The Book of Nightmares

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