Pogues, Thanksgiving, Road Tired, etc.

I think the Pogues' "Fairytale in New York" and Dar William's "The Christians and the Pagans" are two of my favorite Christmas songs and I doubt if I will hear either of them on the radio around here. (Big Rapids)

http://youtube.com/watch?v=ltiY-BqvOIU

for the Pogues' song.

Today is one of those dreary days. The temperature is far to warm. (60's) but it will drop and the rain will change to sleet and snow. Downer.

opening day

A tradition in Michigan - the opening day of deer season
always brings to mind 'da yoopers' song 'the second day of deer camp'
many schools in the northern part of the state have today off so the kids and teachers
can go hunting - hope they do well, far too many deer out along and on the highways
driving at night is dangerous.

I worked some at the Vertin studio today - still trying to get things organized after moving
down to the second floor - they have shut off the heat on the upper floors because of
the high cost of heating the building during the winter - hopefully the area I am in will
not get wet when the spring melt starts coming through the roof and floors.

Tomorrow I get my new crown and after Zach's German class on Friday we head downstate.
Dave and Beth are flying into Detroit from Minneapolis on Saturday and we will visit with them
before they drive to Atlanta for Thanksgiving. Kristyn works and has classes thru wednesday and won't be able to get back for the holiday.

Gloomy, gray days. Not good for seasonal depression sufferers. But we are in the beginnings of the long white. Gray and rainydays will soon be gray and snowy days. Still the snow is better than the wet.

whitefish and poetry

a few poems from tonight and yesterday


what the rocks
have taught me:
it's okay to sit
just
sit


*

cold moon
illuminates the frosty lawn
and my breath


*


"it's hard to open"
i hear a voice from
the next booth
and think "yes
the mind is"


*


ON MY DECK

old wooden buddha
raises his arms
in praise and honor
to the odor
of morning

*

in my memory
or memory of a dream
you wore a t-shirt
a thin white t-shirt
we spoke for a moment
quietly
as we stepped closer
your lips
or the dream of your lips
touched mine
our bodies lightly touched
and i woke
or i fell into
this dream
without you


and the novel turned into revising the past year's poems and that is good

new work coming out in the december issue of lee thorn's fuck and also in anthology of erotica from canada

that's erotic and not dirty or porn

smiles


(hopefully this is error free)