Things

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swallows swooping…
a dent in my memory
that wasn’t there yesterday

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That’s a new genre up there. The YouTube video haibun. The Youbun?

Also…I know. I know. It’s been…forever. I’m sorry I didn’t warn you about the little blog vacation I was going to take. That’s because I didn’t know I was going to take it. But I started a new job and my brain went, whoa. One thing at a time, buster. Whole new lifestyle. Crazy amounts of stuff to learn. Too little sleep. No blogging for you!

There’s still, you know. The newness. And things to learn. So many…things. And sleep, I must figure out what to do about that. But I missed you all. Don’t let me go that long without saying hi again.

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14 thoughts on “Things

  1. snowbirdpress says:

    Melissa, When I was dealing with paralysis, I found out a very amazing thing… my friends were still there… My real friends were there in ways I could never have imagined. So please get at least 8 hours every night… Whatever you lose lets your real life in.

    I can vouch for the fact that it gets better and better. I too am on the verge of a blog vacation. Nothing works if we don’t function…

    filling my memory
    with the lake I never
    got to swim in

    Thanks for your post. Hugs. Hugs. Hugs. Worry not about our devotion to the incredible way yo look at things. 🙂

    • Thanks so much, Merrill. I have been getting more sleep the last few days and it’s amazing how much that changes your perspective on things! That is an absolutely wonderful haiku, by the way. Hugs to you too. 🙂

      • snowbirdpress says:

        I’m still bumming about not seeing you too! That would have been marvelous. Although it was soooooo great to meet Peter and Debbie!

      • Peter Newton says:

        Dear Melissa,

        Yes, I am here in the heat of another Vermont summer loving the buzz of words everywhere and nowhere depending on where I wander. A day doesn’t go by that I’m not, at least partially, stunned by what I see and hear. From cloud mountains to a discussion of John Ashbery’s use of musical space in his poems. It’s crazy how much there is to learn, which is why I keep migrating back to this place–this breeding ground of ideas called Bread Loaf.

        Suffice it to say, I am sorry that I can’t make it out there to your wonderful array of wisdomry. “The Cradle” where so much has been and will be absorbed. Have a great time. Write up a storm and send it our way.

        My best to everyone in attendance. We are, after all, in this together.

        the beetle’s
        orange-ish incandescence
        unwordable

        –Peter

        • snowbirdpress says:

          Peter, I’ve learned more from Ashbery than any other poet indeed… that’s a discussion I’d love for sure…

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