"Adieu, Knucklehead"

"Adieu, Knucklehead"


A life as rich as
and the color of
early autumn ale
underbellied with white foam
ended three nights ago,
suddenly, senselessly.

Everything she gave the world
seems gone.
Not just gone:
taken away,
leaving an empty house
and a flock of unhassled birds.

But everything she gave the world
remains. Yes, she was taken away:
no more
clawed awakenings
occupied pillows
whiskers in the window.

These human hearts can blind us
to the fact that she,
we,
all of this,
never really go, never really came;
yet those same hearts ever speak true.


in memoriam Orange Kitty, 2005-2013
(written 1.10.2013-1.11.2013)

"The sage waits without waiting."

Hey there, 2013!

I'm having trouble with my Chinese keyboard, so you're stuck with English, dear readers. I just wanted to say hello, and let you all know that since I'm only a couple months away from the 10th anniversary of this blog, I'm going to try and write more here. It's not a new year's resolution, but merely an affirmation of one of the many things I need, and want, to do.

Love all of y'all, and look forward to more of my exciting ramblings in the next three hundred sixty-odd days! (If you get tired of my silence, drop me a line, and I'll get on it. Promise.)

In the meantime, read some Ezra Pound, Li Po, and Sima Qian!