Tuesday, May 8, 2007
Poet In The Morning
Being a poet, a morning person, and a morning runner creates strange…fusions…
One July morning while I was running, I saw a peculiarly graceful black earthworm on the sidewalk in front of me. But when I bent down to observe and internalize his undulant fluency, which reminded me strangely of a line of verse, he coiled into a writhing ball---almost proto-strike posture. It was only then that it dawned on me that this was no earthworm but a baby snake. When I backed off, he continued his trek uninhibited, and I imagined life could be treacherous for a baby snake, whether he peregrinates in iambic pentameter or anapestic trimeter.
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
Manic Multitasking Bus Driver in the Morning
Manic Multitasking Bus Driver in the Morning: This gentleman qualifies for superhero, in my opinion. He is the best driver---attentive to the road and ever-changing traffic scene and brakes smoothly at each stop to pick up passengers---no slamming of brakes and throwing passengers out of their seats. He also waits until all passengers who have just boarded are seated before pulling out into traffic again.
Tuesday, May 1, 2007
Mornings are THE BEST
Mornings make me feel like a rock star. Between the endorphins, the caffeine, and my natural affinity for the hours between four a.m. and noon, my body, imagination, and intellect are aswagger---raunchy, wild-eyed, and energetic as the stage personas of Janis Joplin, Mick Jagger, and Creedence Clearwater; rambunctiously rapscallion as Errol Flynn, Johnny Depp, or Rasputin; I am a mystic of hyperactive, ferret-like proclivities; a world-class athlete, a starship at warp speed; a swashbuckling, omniscient, omnipotent uber-borg---eager and able to assimilate everyone and everything, antemeridian invincible that I am, into my writing.
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