Wednesday, October 1, 2008

The waiting is driving me nuts...

Okay I am going batty waiting to hear whether or not my book proposal sucks. It's a pass or fail situation, you get no pretty stickers for the effort. I may have 94,000 words of total suckitude as far as I know.

I think my letter was persuasive, but what the heck do I know?

Each day makes me anxious...

Of course there is plenty other stuff to be anxious about these days. In some ways it is a good thing I am not the kind of person with a lot of investments in the stock market so this see-saw action on Wall Street is not hitting me directly but I am sure my 401k is screaming in agony about now.


-mb said...

"Flame and Bone" is a wonderful poem. The lyric imagery and incantation are both breathtaking and haunting.

Why so low on the page?


acereporter73 said...

Thanks. I tried putting it up higher but it distracted from the blog entries. :-)

Flame and Bone

When I was made from fire
Poured into the tender vessel of caution
That keeps my smoke from rising
Quickly did I discover that apart from crisp drizzles or falling snow
The world chilled my touched
Walking the narrow cornered gap between girders and cut stone
One learns to tuck his shoulders in or risk
Jostling a neighbor passing by rapt with want
For a clear path without the distraction
Of another man's boiling eyes
The tip of a finger
That oldest of all weapons
Grown deadlier and pristine in its invention
Gathers a mote of a cinder on its bare flesh
And turns pondering how best to scratch the impious itch
Prying open the tender seam
Where the oil of thought dews
Offering a new wick to ignite
Squirming alive as a salamander of mischief
That yearns for a taste of air it is so ready to devour
The steam of breath betrays me
Before the glint of orange spreads
In popping bright waves
Eroding the fibers feeding it
Leaving naught but ash
As my shell of quietude falls away