salt in my eyes |
yay but i have plungedinto the shallow depths of thematerial world, amassive hole, inthe shape of a planet, but encrusted in plastic, and utterly, inanely disposable, much like a material life woe, th...
Posted by Ian on Sat, 12 Aug 2006 02:26:00 PST |
The People Behind the Stares |
This is the last short story I finished, if anyone feels like taking the time to read it (ten minutes or so...). Part of a series of stories inspired by monster myths and sort of reinterpreted to ref...
Posted by Ian on Thu, 16 Mar 2006 02:39:00 PST |
Ululation |
Ululation
by Ian Scott Anderson
Drenched in the pale naked light
Of innuendo and sublime decay
The cavorting teens would
court every possibility
left in the dwindling night
capering their w...
Posted by Ian on Fri, 24 Feb 2006 05:17:00 PST |
Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird |
Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
by Wallace Stevens
I
Among twenty snowy mountains,
The only moving thing
Was the eye of the black bird.
II
I was of three minds,
Like a tree ...
Posted by Ian on Fri, 03 Feb 2006 07:28:00 PST |
THE DEATH OF AUTUMN |
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
When reeds are dead and a straw to thatch the marshes,
And feathered pampas-grass rides into the wind
Like aged warriors westward, tragic, thinned
Of half their tribe,...
Posted by Ian on Wed, 25 Jan 2006 04:10:00 PST |
Seafarer |
Seafarer
by William Carlos Williams
The sea will wash in
but the rocks-- jagged ribs
riding the cloth of foam
or a knob or pinnacles
with gannets--
are the stubborn man.
He invites the sto...
Posted by Ian on Wed, 07 Dec 2005 01:13:00 PST |
