http://journalofhisdelights.com Tue, 09 Dec 2008 07:09:15 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en http://journalofhisdelights.com/2008/12/poem-turning/ I know I've been negligent in updating the Journal, and I don't know how much longer this extended break last. The breakneck pace of the election season is over and I have more time now, but it feels right to continue to leave this field fallow. It is winter after ... http://journalofhisdelights.com/2008/12/brazenly-negligent/ Third Chance at Resurrection This muffled comfort, even the air is stiff with its melancholy, the sick smell of old flowers and poison. The skeletal jailer beside you counts down, drop by drop, shot by shot; the sweetest irony, the toxin fed you for your own good, through the Middle Passage1, this new repose, your Henrietta Marie2, your Adelaide, your Wanderer. It’s ... http://journalofhisdelights.com/2008/11/poem-third-chance-at-resurrection/ Believe it or not, the poem posted for today's Poetry Monday originated as part of a game. I had asked three friends for a grouping of three words each, and then used those words as seeds for three different poems. Third Chance at Resurrection was the strongest of the pieces that ... http://journalofhisdelights.com/2008/11/poetry-monday-note/ What Would Rumi Say What would Rumi say if he saw me? Panting like a dog, barking at heaven, aching to nuzzle my lover’s face. It’s simple! Get drunk and climb the nearest mountain. Howl at the moon. Pour out your heart like wine into that absolute longing. Turn in place and skip sleep. Fly straight into dreaming ... http://journalofhisdelights.com/2008/11/poem-what-would-rumi-say/ Girding Her Loins Fortitude, you know—the real stuff, like the he-man stories, the heroes girding their loins and going in guns blazing, like Butch and Sundance, Maverick in Top Gun, and Henry at Agincourt. Like Samson at the temple, or better yet, Moses, whose awful miracles struck an empire helpless.                       * * * What else can a mother ... http://journalofhisdelights.com/2008/10/poem-girding-her-loins/ It's been a long month, with not much time nor energy to spare for anything beyond the essentials. The reason? Work's been extremely busy, and will likely to continue that way at least through the election. Things will still be busy after the election, but the pace should slow down ... http://journalofhisdelights.com/2008/10/its-been-a-long-month/ Artemis Artemis, wolves pad softly at your heels leaving behind warm, dark dens. Owls, mystery in their talons, follow in the sky. Even the heavens look on this night, their thousand eyes unblinking. Hunter, the luminous moon, twin to your soul, marks spoor and trail, lighting the way into a forest beckoning like a lover ready with a serene and chill embrace. The hart ... http://journalofhisdelights.com/2008/10/poem-artemis/ All the poetry out on submission has come back stickered with rejection slips. Of course I'm disappointed, but now I definitely feel like a writer. It's part of the path, ne? *grin* I suppose I could hoard the pieces and continue looking for suitable venues, but that doesn't sound very appealing. ... http://journalofhisdelights.com/2008/10/poetry-update/ I took some time over the weekend to update the Journal, and break out my travels to Cambodia, Japan, Thailand, and the U.S. into their own categories. I still have more to do, namely filling out the writer resources page, but that'll have to wait till another time. http://journalofhisdelights.com/2008/10/country-categories/