I'm trying to break my tv addiction
I am a bit of a shit talker I guess
I have no principles...or morals
I seem to be the inappropriate person in my department
I think I like it

I have mixed feelings

But I feel guilty.

the necessity of tightly laced boots
precise plastic grocery sack over the bicycle seat
close zippered hooded goretex
the discipline of rain

FAQ

when i asked her how this was to work, she replied
"I suppose that the goal of this blog is to guide
the words and the phrases of friends
together until they're poems."
so send us the verses your online friends plied!

The Night the Snow Began

The night the snow began
the cloud cover was low, and pink with light pollution.
I watched through my window,
streetlamps pouring soft, aureate pools.


When the flakes got bigger I headed out ,
the whole town like a Victorian Christmas.

This is a much more serious thing, I thought.
I am owned by the snow.

Lee's Snowy Night

I wish I dwelt still in Portland.
two days our town shut down
pancake flat pressed under mounds of icing sugar snow.

I refused to go to sleep that night
when 14 inches of snow fell outside my window.
Sleep and tempt a succubus?
Perish the thought:
Rather I DIE than be polluted by such a demon.