August 2011
2 posts
One hundred and one : hum
So much space
silence—or what passes for silence
in the suburbs at night.
Sirens in the distance.
Refrigerator hum.
Wind.
Rain.
The creak of settling foundations.
But still, true silence is here.
It lies, as always, to my left,
where no breath,
no murmur of sleep,
no rustle of sheets is heard.
A place reserved for a protector
who has never shown himself.
It’s funny...
July 2011
2 posts
five pieces you should read
These are the five posts I am most proud of. Some a quite short, but this was never a place for publishing epic fiction… enjoy!
Emergency
The Wild Boy
Isolation
A Garden
Newborn
If you have any topic requests or questions or opinions or a good recipe for chai, send an email to acircadianrhythm@gmail.com and I’ll get back to you.
- Cassi H.
3 tags
one hundred : write when it strikes (it won't...
take out that pen put it to use
that one two eight thousand word work of art (if it even starts) won’t write itself
it might live as a bud in the mind for years
but every rise and set is back burning a forest of poetry reduced to ash floating
you can try again and again to bring it back the way it was
write it in a year
plant each new word a seed to grow a new forest still green...
five pieces you should read
These are the five posts I am most proud of. Some a quite short, but this was never a place for publishing epic fiction… enjoy!
Emergency
The Wild Boy
Isolation
A Garden
Newborn
If you have any topic requests or questions or opinions or a good recipe for chai, send an email to acircadianrhythm@gmail.com and I’ll get back to you.
- Cassi H.