Non-Artsy Entry
posted October 12, 2009
Do you read this anymore? I've been kept away myself lately: by grad school, visits and illnesses, living overseas and travelling a lot. I'm writing one sort of book, and then I'll be writing another.
How are you?
I know comments are still broken. My webmaster forgot to tell me how to log in. I really only asked once. Email mo.evans over at gmail in the meantime, if you'd like to say hello, or send post to Castle Chester / 34 Marine Pde. / Whitehead, co. Antrim, UK / BT389QN. I tend to write letters.
I've penned plenty of poems while in Ireland, and I'll eventually get around to sorting and posting them. Until then, expect intermittent scribblings, just like the good old days.
Thanks, stranger!
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posted October 8, 2009
i.
This summer I dreamed
and spoke to you in dreams
not really there, leaning towards
the sleeping real you as a seedling
towards a dream sun, that is, the only
one we know of; the spectre of our own
begetting and begot, all we forgot somewhere
in the space between telescope and slide, the one
that holds the cells that write your fate, the light in your
eyes. Too late, I met you. We spoke few words close together
and stitched this lifetime through a dark facade of waiting to see.