Just a little note to let all of you know that I will be taking a bit of a hiatus. My wife and I have been working for some time on opening a restaurant and crunch-time is upon us.
I want to apologize in advance if I don’t respond in a timely manner to any comments left here on APLG. I greatly appreciate the time and thought that so many put into their feedback on what I post here and I am especially sorry that I am increasingly unable to respond in kind.
The soft opening of Corvid’s Cafe is tomorrow night (or tonight I guess, as it is past 2am) and the Grand Opening is this weekend, so I foresee very little time available to me for blogging for a little while.
I have many folks her on WP to thank as well for helping to inspire the name of our venture (you know who you are!).
I am certain that in due time (hopefully in just a couple of weeks) I can get back into a regular schedule of posting and reading.
I was trying to think of what it was
I had heard about woodpeckers
pecking on the sides of houses
and said they sensed
the electromagnetic field
of all the wiring in a home
and how it confused their senses
and he looked at me like I had
three heads or three extra holes
in my head and it was only later,
many days later, that I remembered,
far too late to salvage
his deteriorating opinion of my intellect,
that it was the hum of the wiring
that they heard or felt in the cavities
of their heads and mistook for the activities
of termites and weevils making holes
in the wood and I felt like twice the fool
for I knew it hadn't sounded right
when I told it first, about the
electromagnetism. I could as well have
gone and told him, “That's why I line
all my hats with foil, you know—
to keep the woodpeckers out!”
A poet, upon
finding a screw on the floor,
provenance, looks up to find
from where it fell or,
better yet, gets down
on the floor and then looks up
at the undersides
of tables and chairs.
They look to the undersides
of things for losses
and don’t bother looking for