Archived with comments at Wayback Machine There were a thousand things I could have done today, but all I did was sit at my window and watch the storms move past. Instead of doing my laundry I watched the wind rip the blossoms from the tree across the road forcing it into full green. Instead […]
Category: Burningbird
Recovered from the Wayback Machine. Practical RDF is heading into the production process and when next I see her, it will be as proofs. Talking with Simon, it sounds like the book will hit the streets in July. July is a good time to release a book. Better than now. The tech book industry has […]
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House on the Hill
They are all gone away, The House is shut and still, There is nothing more to say. Through broken walls and gray The winds blow bleak and shrill: They are all gone away. Nor is there one to-day To speak them good or ill: There is nothing more to say. Why is it then we […]
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Daughters, 1900
Five daughters, in the slant light on the porch, are bickering. The eldest has come home with new truths she can hardly wait to teach. She lectures them: the younger daughters search the sky, elbow each others’ ribs, and groan. Five daughters, in the slant light on the porch and blue-sprigged dresses, like a stand […]
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Believing in Iron
The hills my brothers & I created Never balanced, & it took years To discover how the world worked. We could look at a tree of blackbirds & tell you how many were there, But with the scrap dealer Our math was always off. Weeks of lifting & grunting Never added up to much, But […]