Thursday, January 13, 2011

Hello There.

In the New Year

Walking through winter with an orange in my pocket
Impaled with a gasp
By the whitest of mornings
I have fully left midnight
Velveteen and drunken
Tangled all in the branches behind
Gone away and I am glad
This is not cowardice
Creeping like death in the cold
It is a wind-stung
Natural when so brand new

This is the hesitant first stanza of my first poem of this still new-ish year. I mostly put it up because I want to get this thing up and running. More may follow, although possibly not. Just to clear any confusion this poem is not titled after The Walkmen song In The New Year, although they do share a title. It is a song very much worth listening to however. Give it a look right here. 


  1. Hi! I just stumbled onto this blog, and as a completely unbiased passerby, I have to say, this is the best blog I've ever seen! I will surely be a regular visitor!

    Also, I really like your use of the word "velveteen."

  2. This is awesome, and not just because your friends need more ways to stalk you in the virtual world.