I’ve mostly moved over to http://lovesgoodfood.com/jason. Still playing with formatting, but I’ve slurped in all the WordPress posts as well as Yelp reviews.
I’m currently using ikiwiki, a nice, mostly static package. I’ve had to hack up a few plugins so far, so we’ll see how long I stick with it.
A bit of frivolity:
At every texture, from every angle,
looking for any little signs of wear.
Are the ones stuffed in the middle mangled?
Deciding takes such incredible care.
Are you firm and ripe, fluid and luscious?
Are you too eager? Are you withholding?
Choosing the other, how will you judge us?
Two trollops intertwined every morning?
None of this strictly is necessary.
Utilitarian views eschew your
undulating rubies of luxury,
but the heart embraces your shape and more.
Did you grow the skin of sickly white green
as quickly, or did you keep your sheen?
(oops. Left an editing mark in there… Removed.)
I plead the dabbler’s excuse. This feels more like a sketch than a full piece, but it must suffice for today. There is a fear underlying this, although nothing concrete. The prompt triggered many thoughts. I’m still trying to catch up to them.
Believing in the flow of the world brushes me a little out of sorts
or at least out of the way. Wetting my feet, leaving mudprints
along my way feels squishy and good until the dry crumbling begins.
Other steps without notice break my molds. Flowing with the din
and drang is greener grass unmoored and happy. Trying to skim
the flow catches only green feelings. Attention paid redeems
its discounts in return. Flow moves forward. My eddy seems
As an aside, an American sentence from earlier today:
Direct speech is dead and buried under carcases of abused words.