Whistling for Moonbeams

"There is a river I found---" - from "Something From Nothing" In Sonic Highways , there is a man, and the man-...

Let me tell you about my recent preoccupation with stasis, about the question of what one is supposed to do with it, about whether one is su...

euphoria. noun - a feeling of great (usually exaggerated) elation Thank you, mobile phone dictionary, for being so succinct. Euphoria is ...

Morning. My thoughts are taking a walk, with I in tow. They are traversing a path strewn with certain hours of certain days. Objects, sights...

I survey the distance from I to you and stifle a gasp. The plan is to calculate and come up with sums, but I end up counting differences, ...

draw a line on one of your furrowed brows, and make a cut, a cut along your frown. I would like to trace that line. It cannot be clean, th...

There is a distance made of walls and on the other side, you. Where are you, dear friend? How are you? Sometimes, it is a thick slab of gla...

These days, I spend a lot of time watching you. I'm not entirely certain if it has something to do with the years I didn't get to sp...

We agree that someday, we will have a garden, and that garden will have: lots of green grass; a perennially mild sun, whose light plays on g...

This is how I know I'm not all right; this is how--and when--I know you're not with me: no matter how late the hour and no matter h...

You wonder. You wonder about the storm, wonder about the things it may have taken with it when it went away. The dust, the prayers, the h...

There's an element of strangeness in it: being half in love with something for as long as one can remember and then, one day realizing o...

You have betrayed me, Eros. You have sent me my true love. - Louise Gluck, "The Reproach" Waning, trembling, loss of br...

what surprises you most in what you feel, earth's radiance or your own delight? - Louis Gluck The lamps were lit, the street was ...

Sacred and unutterable Mind flashing thorough the universe one thought, - John Berryman Let me tell you how it happened: My fore...

Daybreak. Pale rays of light cleave (your) consciousness into humid halves. Edges start to blur. A book of poetry, sprawled on your left th...

Mo chuisle, you have come back. Rest now, dear heart. Rain has laced the evening with crystal drops; look at how they shimmer in the moonl...

Slanted stems of sunlight bathe the room in the aftermaths of a stowaway morning, and my eyes catch movement, elsewhere. Elsewheres are far...

And indeed, there will be time... There will be time, there will be time. - from "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" by T...

She caught her by the wrist and said, "Your wings are bleeding." Startled, Czarina slowed her steps down and looked beyond her ...

He sank into the couch like an old friend and lit a cigarette. His pockets were full of unused scripts, obscure facts, and cryptic notes; m...

A door in the mind closes, its sound barely perceptible. It may never leave an imprint in the memory, may never be heard, may never be felt....

The onlooker is drawn by her face and he is never left with much choice: either he stares, outright; or averts his eyes, only to take a seco...

Hollywood Giant Walt Disney's 20-year chase to obtain the film rights to P.L. Travers' Mary Poppins books finally sees its end; me...

Aside from movies, books are my favorite things to snack on. In between my Oscars craze (3 titles left to watch: "Nebraska", ...

I've heard it said that if you want to know how a girl, or a woman, will look when she's older, the thing to do is to look at he...

It's been almost a week since I saw "Her" and I still think about it. I was putting up new curtains this morning, and I though...

I was watching Conan O'Brien clips on YouTube last night, saw this , and cracked up. photo from laughingsquid.com I couldn't...

You're at the grocery store. A Lady Gaga song is playing, and you're trying to decide which brand of canned peaches to buy. You r...

"Sometimes, I feel I'm fighting for a life that I just ain't got the time to live. I want it all to mean something....

Dusk, the highway. The drone of cars speeding past drowns all possibility of conversation. Not that there will be much, given their tra...

is in  The Best of Brain Pickings 2013 Here's a sample: "Creating a life that reflects your values and satisfies your soul is...

Red liquor, a warm breeze, orange-tinted chairs. The evening has turned into a slow dance. People are asking for ice. She is tipsy and...

It's the last day of the year and I am fidgeting. So my New Year's resolution is this: stop fidgeting. Be cat-like, instead.

I'll put the Thursday on, wash the tea, since our names are completely ordinary-- - from "Identification" by Wislawa Szym...

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In case you haven't seen it yet. Poor Sylvia Plath. She would have cringed at this. More here . (Thanks for the tip, Mr. K)...

I'm reading an interview on Jack Kerouac and I smile when I get to the part where I discover he's a Pisces. My mind drifts to Jame...

Living things don't all require  light in the same degree. Some of us make our own light: - from "Lamium" by Louise...

From this point on, the silence through which you move is my voice pursuing you. - Louise Gluck

The beloved  doesn't  need to live. The beloved lives in the head. -Louise Gluck From that conversation and others that...

Waking up to CNN's Anderson Cooper's coverage of Typhoon Haiyan's aftermath in Tacloban  has paved the way for gloomy thoughts...

I can almost be sure I had warned you before: you will find your way here.

I found this on Ninotchka Rosca's Facebook wall, and was haunted by the image. Typhoon Haiyan/Yolanda has ravaged so many, but hop...

I have decided to give up on the book I've been reading. I seldom ever go this far into one (3/4) and not finish it, living by the beli...

In the wake of the typhoon that has passed our way, the slightest darkening in some patch of sky now brings with it some foreboding of dis...

You've been having dreams lately and, as you wonder about it now, you remember thinking about it some days ago, though which day it was,...

Last book I read: What I'm reading now:

See how the day glimmers with clarity, framed by the four sides of your window. The corners are there so the eyes do not stray. Take a step ...

Remember how you described that movie in a conversation from years ago. Remember how pinpricks feel. Remember the lilt in voices. Remember v...