Oh, how I miss Trader Joe’s,
And Safeway would make my heart swell.
I would love to peruse all the aisles
Of my local Home Depot as well.
But since I am into my eighties,
These lavish forays I’ll forgo
As I wait for the shot to release me
From this son-of-a [bleep] status quo.
A sudden glow: the hollowed arms upswept
Above the wandering head, the starry burst
Streaking the dark. The cobwebbed feet have kept
Their knowledge, not their power: she was cursed,
Long since, this maimed princess. A crueller stroke
Than Rothbart’s holds her caged, blots out her sky;
How can frail forelimbs beat away his smoke?
How can a grounded spirit hope to fly
Back to its Lake?—except that something strange
Still beats in her, beneath her parchy skin:
A memory. Among art’s kindlier things,
This timelessness, created out of change:
A ballerina, spotlit from within,
Trailing her lovely, half-extended wings.
“‘The Nature of Middle-earth, a collection of previously unpublished J.R.R. Tolkien essays…
will be released by HarperCollins in June 2021.’ … The topics [include] ‘Elvish immortality
and reincarnation.'” –lithub.com
soon will reveal how the
soul of an elf,
being immortal and
always returns—like the
“Emily W. Murphy is hearing from Americans demanding she do her job. There’s just one problem:
She’s not that Emily W. Murphy. … It seems ordinary Americans had identified her as the Emily W.
Murphy appointed by President Trump as head of the General Services Administration, who has infuriated many with her refusal to sign documents declaring Joe Biden as the apparent winner
of the presidential election.” —The Washington Post
We differ but we seem to be the same: Each one’s a Murphy, Emily as well. But if, in full, you write the middle name, Such sameness is so easy to dispel… Though if a W is all you see, Especially if photos aren’t supplied, Regrettably, you think that I am she And send me pens, and though I’m on your side, No power to use pens at GSA Do I yet have. But if pens come in tens, Would you please send, not Bics, but Cartier Authentic gold and diamond fountain pens?… No help to Joe’s transition could I be— Gold would, however, help transition me!