Poetry Wednesday

The Jackal

The starving dog comes

Irregularly,
but always, she appears

at the delta end of this dead-end street, on
the last of the attic stairs

The jackal

who swallows universes
and chokes on the dust motes
in those vacuum spaces
of devouring, I

wish she would bite down on this,
would
show me the strength of her long jaw, but
she stands still with quick eyes and

I overbalance, I pitch and whine, I

cannot reconcile every explosion
with this welling.

Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd something not-mine that I love:

Untitled

by J. Bradley

I wanted to write “stay”
on your sides, surround
your bed with oceans
of salt. I hope he folds you
into a fox, loves you
like a splintered arrow,
brandishes the kill
of your lips. May the bouquet
of your hips wither.
May the wolves
forget your name.

The Photography of Bridget Collins

I can’t dig up much about this photographer, other than that she’s Minneapolis-born, and Brooklyn-based. Her work is simple and surreal, and sometimes just pretty. One of her photo series’ is titled Yin and Yang, and I like the idea that she’s searching out balance in compositions and objects, as well as creating it through careful set-up.

Enjoy!

Summer Playlist

The Lumineers.................................Stubborn Love

Ramona Falls...................................Spore

Wild Belle........................................Keep You

Jamie N Commons...........................Lead Me Home

The Boom Circuits...................Everything and Nothing

Joseph Arthur..................................Invisible Hands

Lana Del Rey...................................Ride

Wye Oak.........................................I Hope You Die

Daughter (Covering Daft Punk)........Get Lucky

Of Monsters and Men......................King and Lionheart

Foxes/Kid Kudi Mash-up................Home at Night

Woodkid.........................................I Love You

The Last Bison (Covering M83)......Midnight City

Running Wild

I’d like to believe that my mind never needs to pause, that there’s a constant stream of fascinating people and things and ideas in the world, and so my consideration of those things should, likewise, be constant. But my mind has been (more or less) OFF for the past two months and DAMN if it didn't feel good. I almost don’t even feel guilty about it. We get so tired, sometimes, that the gorgeous, glittering moments of search and understanding that make us love learning begin lose their luster. Sleep, I say! Sleep and run and swim in the sea and—when it strikes your fancy—read a book! A novel, even! Go positively wild.

And then you’ll be inspired again. KaBOOM!

On Holiday