I just read a collection of ancient Greek poetry, and Diogenes was the only one that made me laugh and think. Totally free of pretension and BS – he’d be a standup comic today. The foreword noted that much ancient poetry is lost to us, but some (mostly Sappho) comes from scraps found stuffed in the mouths of Egyptian mummies. Pretty cool place to find poetry.
My neighborhood in winter
We had just moved to St. John’s
Pornography drives technology, so if our tech will destroy us as Terminator or The Matrix foretell, porn has to be behind it. It is also a great explanation of why the apocalypse happened.
Kind of riffing on the last poem here. If people make gods based on their surroundings, then these would be the new gods of the 21st century.
A lot of people work much harder than I for much less than I get. Here is to them.
Sometimes the love of life bursts forth from me like a green shoot from an old tree. This was one of those days.
There are some yellers and droners among the teachers I know. I figure as a language teacher, if I do all the talking, then something’s wrong.
My dad and I are all about missed opportunities. But there are still things I am grateful to him for.
Tomi was in surgery again. Minor, but that doesn’t still the dread, or the love.
Taking a day off just to vegetate sometimes feels so good. Just don’t let it become a habit.
Everyone who lives in this country fears for its future. I hope I can contribute even a little by leading is children in the right direction, of self-reliance, fighting spirit, and pride.
My grandmother is dying, but I will never forget her words. I haven’t seen the aurora in a while, but sometimes I see them again in my mind’s eye.
This was a Facebook post to a student. I hope it inspires her.
I am reading Things Fall Apart by Chingua Achebe. Beautiful rhythms of life and language. Miscarriage and loss are large parts of that book, as they are of life. Sometimes I feel that Tomi and I are trying to light fires on a darkening plain. But we keep trying.
These poems have become my eye's breakfast.I savour the mousclick as a treat and then as the page unfolds read the way I would unwrap an unexpected gift.
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Thanks for inspiring today's poem, Fiona.
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