Holidays

It's been a while since I posted. I've been insane-o with my thesis. My thesis adviser threw me a curveball in the final weeks of school asking me to ready ten other poems that I had in my "MAYBE" pile. So I ended up with forty pages of poems for my thesis and I feel pretty good about it. Charles Simic was my thesis adviser and more than anything, he taught me how to cut. We went through some old poems and he helped me to trim the fat. Here's one that I think is much better with his edits.

I have a few other posts I've been saving up and I have commenting to do. I want to post some film stills as well. Hope everyone had a good holiday. Here's some of the highlights of mine:

-food poisoning
-Fargo, ND
-canceled flights
-temperatures of -20 degrees
-sleeping in an airport
-a head cold
-a pulled ligament

Things that have saved it:

-Valerie rules
-seeing my family
-I've eaten In and Out twice
-Madman Comic
-The History of Marvel Comics
-California
-four kids by the name of Taylor, Annelise, Mckay, and Sadie
-building a Lego Imperial Star Destroyer


And here's that poem.


Our First Home Has Forgotten Us

All our dinner smells have long since
mixed with the wind.
Our voices echoed down these halls
receding by halves with every reverb
till even now, if our ears were small enough,
we might hear them tumble back to us
softer than dandelion fur.

This place is the sum of our forgottens.
But the windows don’t wink to see us back.
These trees are no longer our parents;
the ground no more our bed.
Firsts and lasts were leaves burned
the hour we left.

The Earth and all its cousins
are falling slowly through the empty dark
toward some center.
They never go back.

But still I wonder if deep in the night
our dreams don’t drip into theirs
to day linger in corners of their minds.
The little girl crying for a doll she never owned.
A mother finds mirrors full of old faces.
While a father, watching his kids play in the backyard,
calls the wrong name, even your name,
and hears the house creak like a sigh.