I know the importance of breathing,
and of molecules
and of water
and of air.
swimming, floating, basking
our cells dividing one million times a second
between microcosmic intervals of rest
while we take the day off
to picnic at the reservoir.
Wednesday
Biological Poetry 2
heat:
the dust of metabolism
and what is the broom of the system?
pounding body, pulsing blood
beeting heart.
the dust of metabolism
and what is the broom of the system?
pounding body, pulsing blood
beeting heart.
words of wisdom:
1. where often there's one, there's more.
2. no knot can't be untied.
3. it's never too late to be prolific.
2. no knot can't be untied.
3. it's never too late to be prolific.
estate
I stopped in their driveway to notice the furniture
leaned against each other like suitcases at an airport.
so soon,
the bed still smelling of death.
leaned against each other like suitcases at an airport.
so soon,
the bed still smelling of death.
Tuesday
cabin fever
on the back porch we proclaimed it noon,
no sun shone clearly above, no shadow seen at our feet,
but silently in our heads, noon.
no sun shone clearly above, no shadow seen at our feet,
but silently in our heads, noon.
Wednesday
Wednesday, 2:48
A job search concludes with "pastry chef".
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In the kitchen,
the cat sings about food.
Outside, rain.
The browser won't load.
In the kitchen,
the cat sings about food.
Outside, rain.
Monday
biological poetry 1
The folds upon folds of which I am.
how enveloped my skin has got me.
how transitory yet persistent
replacing itself every 7 days,
but never leaving the surface.
how enveloped my skin has got me.
how transitory yet persistent
replacing itself every 7 days,
but never leaving the surface.
anti malaria poem
put a screen in your window
decide what comes in
and what stays out.
How to Use Biology in Everyday Writing:
Example 1: amylase
She'd been a secretary for so long, any time she saw an envelope, stores of amylase would excrete from under her tongue. She would then lick her lips and question if she were hungry.
She'd been a secretary for so long, any time she saw an envelope, stores of amylase would excrete from under her tongue. She would then lick her lips and question if she were hungry.
on the title of this blog
This blog title is inspired by Ernest Hemmingway's micro-ficitonal six word utterance:
for sale: baby shoes, never been worn. This is a space where writing is entered and photos pasted. like a cyber-scapbook.
for sale: baby shoes, never been worn. This is a space where writing is entered and photos pasted. like a cyber-scapbook.
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