Xmas looms, but I'm "slouching toward Bethlehem". I have no gift ideas. My extended family has decided not to exchange gifts this year. Nobody around here seems too anxious to put the tree up or festoon the front porch. There's too much going on -- on at least three separate tracks -- to even think about egg nog. Not that I'm a Scooge, even if I am tempted to say "bah humbug" under my breath. I still have a list for Santa.
My Xmas List
The drugged buzzing of winter flies
spiraling downward in a dream.
Loons in some Scandinavian night,
the woods full of moose.
An old ship, crossing the ocean,
cold waves slapping steel.
The sky pricked by stars
and exhaling frost.
A blaze of leaves dieing in a bonfire,
salting warm stones with ash.
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Meanwhile....
Ten years ago today I blogged about The Metaverse Excuse-O-Mat, which is still going strong. Because things happen.
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