Kurt R.A. Giambastiani's Blog, page 17

Arrows

I step into the drear of night 

Stupid-Ass Stuff

Dear Men,

A Study of Tears

I've studied tears this twelvemonth past.

My Golden Ticket

Ages ago, I had a golden ticket. It opened gates that were closed, gave access to forbidden lands.

Evicting #32

Regular readers (and I have a few) may have noticed I did not post last week. Also (possibly) that I'm late with this week's post.There is a reason for that:

I See Hope

Fingers deep in waking earth   clearing ferns from wintry somnolence Their feathered, spiked, serrate fronds   release spores in ochre clouds Raindrops drum my hat brim   enthusiastic paradiddles of spring Hands set blade to swordleaf   trimming old stems and rusted detritus From the center I lift accreted duff   revealing curls, verdant and sleepy Nestled in that […]

Call Cancel Culture What It Really Is

"Cancel culture" is scary. It can destroy reputations, bankrupt businesses, stifle dissent, and ruin lives.
At least, that's what conservatives tell me.
And they're not wrong.

Tesserae

I am built of tiny things/
bits of stone and glass, wood and bone/
each one a moment

My Left Hand

I am right-handed, and I live in a right-handed world.It's the hand with which most of us write. It's the hand we use to salute, take an oath, and offer in greeting. It's the side on which we seat our most trusted allies. It's the hand we deem dexterous, while the left hand we label sinister.

I Do Not Believe

I do not believe . . .