Sunday, April 20, 2014

You've Been Reviewed: Maggot Moon

Maggot MoonMaggot Moon by Sally Gardner
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Maggot Moon is a well written dystopian novel, which also features disturbing accompanying illustrations. Though I can say this subject matter wasn't for me, it was riveting and I definitely wanted to know how this story finished.  I won't be surprised if this story is quickly turned into a haunting movie.

Standish and Hector are remarkable, tortured characters in a compelling, broken world.  The story of their friendship gives the book it's small glimpse of hope.

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Saturday, April 19, 2014

Poem 19: Moon©


I can't get to you fast enough.
Can't break the barriers
of sound or speed,
you have no idea of my need.

You sit there waiting,
patient as a fat cat.
You don't assume I'll make it.
You don't know
I've memorized the map.

I can't get to you fast enough.
Every night you appear:
a habit, on schedule,
no suspension or tension.

You don't know how far
I'll travel.
You don't know my intention.

Friday, April 18, 2014

Poem 18: Little Monster©

Little Monster

After your bath,
your smells are gone.
A layer of your hair is missing.
Your teeth have been cleaned
and you're nails are clipped,
But not to worry.

You're still our little monster,
even if you don't feel like you.
All of us get dirty,
all of us come clean,

You're still our little monster,
pawing through our dreams.

Thursday, April 17, 2014

Poem 17: Code©


You haven’t said much,
not in a while.
Your slow nod transfers
what moments ago 
were chants, rants, 
words of fire 
ready to torch all 
in hearing distance.

I’m afraid of your silence.
It is terrifying in this darkness.
The work of listening is harder, 
like trying to stay awake, 
eternally readied 
for the steps of monsters.

Every whisper, every grunt,
every clearing of the throat
is now code: you want this,
you forgot that, you will 
never, ever forget that, 
not again.

I will not know what to hear
when you nod goodbye


Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Poem 15: Watching©

We're watching the Great Bear Stakeout,
watching bears with paws as big as dinner plates,
watching bears mourn their cubs washed away,
watching bears named Parsnip not be young anymore.

We're watching commercials about investing for the future,
We're watching commercials for Hidden Valley Ranch,
We're watching commercials about being born wild, and
fancy four-doors that rule the outdoors,
watching us not be young anymore.

We're watching the Great Bear Stakeout,
watching grizzlies move poky with purpose,
watching grizzlies dig clams on the shore,
watching grizzlies sneak in slow motion,
watching grizzlies, not young anymore.

Monday, April 14, 2014

Day 14: No Crow (Poem for a Yogi on her day off)©

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No Crow
(Poem for a Yogi on her day off)

There are some days
You must say
You are no crow.

You are not a corpse either.

You are not a mountain,
though you stand.
You are not a baby (happy or sad),
though you sway.

You are not a plow,
You are not a cow,
You are not a cat,
You aren't your mat.

You're not your in breath.
You're not your out.
You're not your ujjayi.
You're not your path.

Today you aren't a yogi.
Today that is okay.
Today you aren't a yogi.
Today is just today.