A Dream of Trees by Mary Oliver There is a thing in me that dreamed of trees, A quiet house, some green and modest acres A little way from every troubling town, A little way from factories, schools, laments. I would have time, I thought, and time to spare, With only streams and birds for […]
“No Results Found” This was the reply that Google gave me for a recent search. How could this be?! Hasn’t everything been Google’d and written about by now? True, I wrapped my query in quotes, forcing the search engine to look for exact matches to the string. Maybe I forced too strong a constraint. […]
how does it rain here asked the whale to the human who held their last breath some people I know have slipped on leaves this winter cold wet dirty leaves earth ran out of clouds foreign correspondents are reporting a smiling moon Haiku contributed from Nite Rote.
When I heard the learn’d astronomer; When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me; When I was shown the charts and the diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them; When I, sitting, heard the astronomer, where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room, How soon, unaccountable, I became tired and sick; […]
the folds of the brain velveteen rabbit discarded still wiggle your toes she employs rupture techniques treating trials as lynchings a jackal haunts her Chechnya girl leave your home burns keeping you warm as you watch helplessly Haiku contributed from Nite Rote.