Cradling the candle, he feels it is set, so he goes to the refrigerator to fetch the milk. He reads the label: the milk is whole. Having purchased the milk with the last of his funds, this is something he should know, something that shouldn’t come as a surprise, and yet it does come as a surprise. He drops the milk and the gallon splits, thus soaking his slippers in vitamin D goodness. Hurriedly, he squishes back to the desk, flame of the candle flapping like cloth. The milk has proven him wrong.
Archive for August 2009
The Scathing Critic
In Poetry on 19 August, 2009He opened a new ezine
specifically dedicated to
the writing of extremely
bad poetry to encourage
the vitriol of its readers.
.….….….….….….……
.….… (insert title here)
In Reasons on 13 August, 2009
I sit and watch my own intent absent-mindedly destroying all production.
I attempt to judge myself by everyone else’s standards and become swamped in my own versions of other people’s potential criticisms.
How Not To Win
A Writing Competition
In Process on 7 August, 2009
The first and foremost rule of not winning a writing competition is this: don’t read the rules.
For instance:
Three poems
In Poetry on 3 August, 2009A Lump In Her Throat
I’ve spun the chamber
and the damn gun clicked.
So what then,
I live another day,
make plans, drink coffee,
think about the garden
and tomorrow night
I’ll spin the thing again. Read the rest of this entry »