Ode to 2012

More than ready to close
the book

on this year. New cases bought
and assembled. Shelves and volumes

remembered, dusted, rearranged. A new order—but
too much left

unsaid. A beautiful birth, a transformative
death, I stand

somewhere between
living my life.

2012 in Review

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.

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600 people reached the top of Mt. Everest in 2012. This blog got about 2,600 views in 2012. If every person who reached the top of Mt. Everest viewed this blog, it would have taken 4 years to get that many views.

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Four Months

The dullness
of this count does not mirror

the flash
of metal that cuts longing

into irregular slices
of grief.

No steady hand
can regulate how

it gets measured, how
another day will fold

open with his absence
now ink

that has set into the fibers—
bleeds and all.

One Hundred Days, or Memento Mori VIII

Why count the piled-up
hours of grief? As I get closer

to our number 8—
another day

in the last month
of a depleted year—

I realize even tipped
on its side,

its resemblance
to infinity

is a mirage. Even 8
is not immortal.