graphomanic.blogspot.com
2009: June 2015
http://graphomanic.blogspot.com/2015_06_01_archive.html
Saturday, June 27, 2015. World in a Pond. World in a Pond. Trying to do more right than wrong,. Climbing the livelong day,. At times the most. Surprising allies arrive to stand beside you. Raw volunteers shaking sleep from their eyes,. Ready to lend queer shoulders to the wheel. Today, that magical rock crevice we called. When it filled after several days’ rain. And morning found a frog, or two of them,. Calling it home. Plopping and diving. And floating up goggle-eyed to check us out. Making their way t...
graphomanic.blogspot.com
2009: March 2015
http://graphomanic.blogspot.com/2015_03_01_archive.html
Tuesday, March 31, 2015. One More Paper Heart. One More Paper Heart. Dream-long day beside this window. Waiting for you. No clock. In my head or anywhere. From the forties puffing warmth. Gallantly, a Lancelot in those ribs. Beyond smudged glass, the L-. Shaped neighbour block, bricks. Windows, taped ACs—. Snow skirls in vortices, dot. Matrix static, gone abruptly—. Nowhere other waiting, calling). Calmly letting in the world,. I learn your green-gold eyes. Sunday, March 29, 2015. Sky—sun gone moon.
graphomanic.blogspot.com
2009: Three Days Dry
http://graphomanic.blogspot.com/2015/08/three-days-dr.html
Thursday, August 6, 2015. Bigger and closer. Things jumping. To view in random zooms. My own. Eyes lunging at me from mirrors. Looking. A little clearer (is this possible already? With more green mixed into the brown. Than I remember. Effect of moss, rain-. Washed, gleaming from old growth hollows. A space. Thin envelope of air, or. Not air, around what I seem to be doing. Like one of those clearings we kept. Watch for in our camping days. Silence. Not ringing yet but feeling it could. Lazy Song at Last.
graphomanic.blogspot.com
2009: May 2014
http://graphomanic.blogspot.com/2014_05_01_archive.html
Saturday, May 17, 2014. For forty years John had scratched out an unlikely living as the simpleton in a certain town. He had no family in the area, nor could anyone now living remember how he had come to it. Not that anyone bothered to ask. Year after year, he was just the town fool. That is, if John did the sensible thing—but in any situation that was just the thing John was incapable of doing. Instead, as the villagers, more of whom had gathered, watched incredulously, John lowered his fish b...Hoarse ...
graphomanic.blogspot.com
2009: April 2014
http://graphomanic.blogspot.com/2014_04_01_archive.html
Tuesday, April 8, 2014. Schooled I could not leave this element,. I tried to rise, and tried to rise,. And would not sink, and would not sink,. And, wave by wave, I breathed the peace was sent. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). The Lily Pond - Talks and Excerpt. Talk with Slide Show: "The Lily Pond: A Memoir of Madness, Memory, Myth and Metamorphosis". Talk: "A Slice of Water". Text of University of Toronto Talk: "On and Off the Learning Curve: Notes by a Bipolar Student". Book Excerpt: The Lily Pond.
graphomanic.blogspot.com
2009: The Anti-Day
http://graphomanic.blogspot.com/2015/07/the-anti-day.html
Friday, July 31, 2015. If only, we think, decline could be. Absolute as its reputation—. A sinking by slow foretold degrees. Behind a cliff brightness. Backlights to black,. Aweing the mourners’ glances. To the too attentive eye—. I’ll not be held to a schedule. Of decay, denied my tricks and reversals,. My kit bag of paradox. And so, with dusk already clotting,. A ray shoots straight out. From the distant wall. Through a crack no ant could navigate,. Or a glow suffuses clouds. Again above the rim,.
graphomanic.blogspot.com
2009: January 2015
http://graphomanic.blogspot.com/2015_01_01_archive.html
Friday, January 30, 2015. Bell-crack cold a month now with no sign of snow. Bushy squirrels mating in spider branches bare. As nails. Corpses arrive in crystal dawns:. Slumped in a bus shelter, stretched out in a truck, curled. Beneath charred junk in a vacant house set blazing. Crosstown digging continues. Hardhats yellow and blue,. Orange vests chirp a crayoned spring. Chipped manhole. Covers glint beside access shafts steaming black. Saturday, January 24, 2015. January morning. Turn a tap,.
graphomanic.blogspot.com
2009: August 2015
http://graphomanic.blogspot.com/2015_08_01_archive.html
Tuesday, August 11, 2015. Lazy Song at Last. Lazy Song at Last. Write this on the breezes stirring. In this quiet, nameless spot where. Woodland rock descends to wetlands. Take the ambitions I’ve no use for. Anymore, sail them on a maple key. Down this trickle emptying the bog. With luck they’ll find the river I. Hear faintly beyond the trees, maybe. Reach Lake Huron before freeze-up. But even if they stop at the next. Windless inlet, snagged on some chance. Tangle of debris, it’s enough to watch. And...
graphomanic.blogspot.com
2009: Biography (x 2)
http://graphomanic.blogspot.com/2015/07/biography-x-2.html
Thursday, July 9, 2015. Ed) the simple past. And nothing interesting was happening. And then something interesting happened. And nothing interesting was happening. And then something interesting happened. And nothing interesting was happening. And then something interesting happened. And nothing interesting was happening. And then something interesting happened. And nothing interesting was happening. And then something interesting happened. And nothing interesting was happening. Knowing (but not really) ...