I was talking to a friend and called myself a bit of a wallflower and she sent me this! I thought it was beautiful so I’m sharing. :-)
Sarah Kay (via timeisevolution)
If Kafka could turn a man into an insect in one sentence
perhaps he could transform me into something new,
a slow willful river running through a forest,
or simply the German word for river, a handful of letters
hidden in the dark alphabetical order of a dictionary.
Not that I am…
This morning as I walked along the lakeshore,
I fell in love with a wren
and later in the day with a mouse
the cat had dropped under the dining room table.
In the shadows of an autumn evening,
I fell for a seamstress
still at her machine in the tailor’s window,
and later for a bowl of broth,
I Go Back To The House For A BookI turn around on the gravel and go back to the house for a book, something to read at the doctor's office, and while I am inside, running the finger of inquisition along a shelf, another me that did not bother to go back to the house for a book heads out on his...
James Tate, closing lines to “Scattered Reflections,” from Memoir of the Hawk: Poems (HarperCollins, 2001)
It Happens Like This
I was outside St. Cecelia’s Rectory
smoking a cigarette when a goat appeared beside me.
It was mostly black and white, with a little reddish
brown here and there. When I started to walk away,
it followed. I was amused and delighted, but wondered
what the laws were on this kind of thing. There’s
a leash law for dogs, but what about goats? People
smiled at me and admired the goat. “It’s not my goat,”
I explained. “It’s the town’s goat. I’m just taking
my turn caring for it.” “I didn’t know we had a goat,”
one of them said. “I wonder when my turn is.” “Soon,”
I said. “Be patient. Your time is coming.” The goat
stayed by my side. It stopped when I stopped. It looked
up at me and I stared into its eyes. I felt he knew
everything essential about me. We walked on. A police-
man on his beat looked us over. “That’s a mighty
fine goat you got there,” he said, stopping to admire.
“It’s the town’s goat,” I said. “His family goes back
three-hundred years with us,” I said, “from the beginning.”
The officer leaned forward to touch him, then stopped
and looked up at me. “Mind if I pat him?” he asked.
“Touching this goat will change your life,” I said.
“It’s your decision.” He thought real hard for a minute,
and then stood up and said, “What’s his name?” “He’s
called the Prince of Peace,” I said. “God! This town
is like a fairy tale. Everywhere you turn there’s mystery
and wonder. And I’m just a child playing cops and robbers
forever. Please forgive me if I cry.” “We forgive you,
Officer,” I said. “And we understand why you, more than
anybody, should never touch the Prince.” The goat and
I walked on. It was getting dark and we were beginning
to wonder where we would spend the night.
- James Tate, as found here: http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-happens-like-this/
MAN I enjoy his poetry!
So, I have a snow day!
No One Else Can Have You [Kathleen Hale] on Amazon.com. *FREE* shipping on qualifying offers. The Pretty Little Liars series by Sara Shepard meets the cult-classic film Fargo in this gripping and darkly humorous murder mystery by debut author Kathleen Hale. A quiet town like Friendship
Guys, guys I actually KNOW Kathleen! She was one of my creative writing professor’s students and he got her to join the MFA program at my university. He introduced us because he thought we would get along. She was REALLY nice and I wish that we hadn’t been SO busy with grad school so we could have hung out more.
Still, I am SO excited to see her book is out! I preordered my copy and I thought that it might appeal to some of my friends here so I wanted to share!
SO EXCITED to know one of my friends is an AUTHOR!