...er, I've finally copyrighted this schtuff--albeit halfassedly, but still, um, don't bite. Yo.   
prosety.

Okay. So prosety has been getting some more traffic lately, and I'd like to 'splain just what it is.

I've written all my life, but for the longest had no term for what I did most often: a weird hybrid of prose and poetry, too stream-of-consciousness and laden with various lyrical devices to be legit prose, and too straightforward (usually) and earthbound (for lack of a better term) to be called poetry. So about two years ago I figured out prosety.

This isn't a blog. You can visit the overhaul for that--sometimes it has some decent writing. This site, though, is a way for me to hash out my own writing in a semi-public forum, in the effort to improve it and develop as a writer...poetess...whatever. I have no idea, honestly.

I thought about making it possible for visitors to comment on the various posts, as they can at the overhaul, but I'm a bit too fragile for that just yet, and I also don't want to find myself (much as I did when I had a radio show) worrying "Will they like it? Will this appeal to enough people?" so I figured I'll just operate in a vacuum for a while, and if you really hate it, well, that's an option. Or if you like it, that would be cool too.

One more thing: some of these are quotes that appeal to me at that particular moment, usually from songs or books. Those are always indicated by a reference to the author or songwriter. Anything with no notation is my own.

So. This is my tree falling in the forest.



Thursday, January 13, 2005






timorous
and telling
we’ve got skies to pull apart, these days
run like arrows,
water to drains,
spilling downward,
lost forever.
If I am terrified
and silent
I’m rivers running
no thought, no action
a still water
too deep for safety.
I touch with blind fingertips
the outer edges of your suffering
and am afraid to read
the liquid lines there—
I cannot bear to think
what it would mean
if I could not understand—
I,
a glass of water,
overfilled,
and you the Baltic Sea.