firstfruits

when i left i was unearthly happy,
more than i’d ever been.
that trip took longer than it should have
for pulling over, to have those words


when i got home the apple blossoms were gone
and i thought that odd, but it was spring; 
there had been rain with may headwinds,
and i thought everything would be fine


but summer came and it was not fine, it was blue-gray
a cold, damp, soul-dread of a long night.
the blossoms did not get to set fruit,
only a dozen apples took


they told me they didn’t want my blood.
the ink (got up north, then carried south,
words carved deep into my heart over winter
etched fresh on skin before i left)
rendered me unwanted by more than a few

these things fill my time:
apples and blood, apples and blood -
and this year i have the excuse of neither
when i most need the excuse of each

words: to comfort my own heart,
not at the cost of another’s.
apples: to feed and bless the friends;
blood: to keep a stranger from the deepest chill

there’s always next year, I think.
except we’re not promised next year
but the blood is ever made new,
and that handful of apples ripen slow.

image

beatonna:

Don’t give your heart to a Rambling Boy but at least you can see when they’re coming your way like that

beatonna:

Don’t give your heart to a Rambling Boy but at least you can see when they’re coming your way like that

(Reblogged from beatonna)

Not the biggest fan of Fleming (vocally she is very…. shall we say, stylized?, and I tend to prefer a more straightforward approach)… but I increasingly love this song.

panis angelicus
fit panis hominum
dat panis coelicus
figuris terminum
o res mirabilis!
Manducat Dominum
pauper, pauper
servus et humilis

ladyhistory:

Even more captioned adventures of George Washington.

PART I | PART II | PART III | PART IV

this slays me. there’s quite a lot more to the series, check ‘em out.

(Reblogged from ladyhistory)
casual reminder: if you have not seen The Long, Hot Summer, it is currently available on Netflix and it is marvelous.

casual reminder: if you have not seen The Long, Hot Summer, it is currently available on Netflix and it is marvelous.

(Reblogged from givemeallthebaconandeggs)
this is what i look like this afternoon
somebody yelled at me a lot on the phone about something that has nothing to do with me
haven’t decided yet if i’m going to barf, cry, or stab 
going to the bar to drink 18,000,000,000 2 to 3 beers and watch my brother’s band play and then i am going to sleep forever
thank God: it is Friday!
  • this is what i look like this afternoon
  • somebody yelled at me a lot on the phone about something that has nothing to do with me
  • haven’t decided yet if i’m going to barf, cry, or stab 
  • going to the bar to drink 18,000,000,000 2 to 3 beers and watch my brother’s band play and then i am going to sleep forever
  • thank God: it is Friday!

GPOY/TGIF

(Source: thelonesomecrowdedsouth)

(Reblogged from irishgoodnight)

it’s fall so that means it’s time for my annual outrage about lady bloggers baking with alcohol and swearing that you really can’t taste it

starless winterdark

starless winterdark, and we were at my folks’ place
extended family behaving themselves for once
(which meant they liked you, and i was grateful)
woodsmoke coarse, hanging low
it came time for you to leave
and you went, fast, because your car would slip
the driveway a cold mess

and i ran out after you for one more word, a last look
but you were already gone
i got stuck chest-high in snow
and in trying to free myself, i woke
shivering in the 50-degree pre-dawn dark, window open
turning over in bed with a hip out of joint,
so lonely i could not sleep for some time.

and i hope this was no prophetic dream
because i cannot over-winter another like the last