Hmmmm…

There’s a terrorist alert out for Americans in Nordic and Baltic countries, based on “specific, concrete information” according to the Norwegians.

Can’t imagine why or where that came from.

Esepcially not after bin Laden makes a point about not attacking Sweden.

Jesus H.

I just transferred the last batch of poems I’ve written from LJ to Word for safekeeping…

and there were 9 poems since I last updated the file.

Jesus H., yet again.

I had no idea I was doing that much writing here, thinking it was mostly a diversion from the more solitary work I traditionally do.

And I like these better. Maybe I needed the change.

I don’t understand cycles of writing — what prompts them, how they work. Mostly, that’s ok, but there’s part of me that wishes I did understand, and how it connects to my mood swings…I don’t think there’s an easy correlation, but it would be useful to know from a diagnostic standpoint.

Anyway…I printed these out so I’d have stuff to read at Sage’s WAG show tonight. Who else is going?

Something in me wants to write a poem
that has the line “the blue dogs of Canaan”
in it somewhere. I do not want to begin that poem.

The blue dogs of Canaan do not exist
outside of my reluctance. I cannot hear
their imaginary barking until I say I can.

Does considering the blue dogs of Canaan
create them, or do they have to be
breathed to be created?

If there is such a thing as a poem
at all here, there is a thing that calls itself God as well.
The blue dogs of Canaan run noisily after it.