Monthly Archives: March 2016

Note to Self on Revising Conclusions

A BBC article from yesterday details some of what is driving the revision of the estimated age of Homo floresiensis.   “The Liang Bua cave on the island of Flores where the Hobbit fossils were unearthed continues to be investigated. … Continue reading

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Theology

These gods you chase into the gaps? Nothing. Nothing between atoms. Nothing under the bed.

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The Long Dark

The Long Dark* At night, on the lake, The ice becomes a steel drum Rapid, thready pulse Counterpoints a wolf’s tenor Saxophone wavering near *Everything is writing fodder. The Long Dark is a survival videogame set in the northern Canadian … Continue reading

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When the Magnolia Stands in the Wind

When the sun comes up in the morning On some ragged green day in May The magnolia will open its blossoms, Plant its fragrance square in your way. You’ll stand there with your bare face hung out As you realize … Continue reading

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While the Wind Tangles Your Hair

I want to sit with you in the shade While the wind tangles your hair Listening to you talk of things that exist Listening to you talk about the spectrum The spectrum on which things are portrayed The arbitrary nature … Continue reading

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Fieldstone Dislodged by A Plow

You’re tired and the world Tastes daily of death. Out here in the field The crows and gulls pry Into the furrows Crumbling behind you. You’re tired and the world Talks daily of death. Behind you the crows And gulls … Continue reading

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How often in March Counting the lengthening thaws Between ice and snow Do you listen for wild geese Straining against the moon’s weight?

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