Aimily Dickinson Strikes Again

I am a bulb,
a creative abundance,
viable.

I feel free to widen into the spectacular view.

The protecting tree,
my community.

We occupy this place
until the bulldozer evicts us,
giving us a ride
nowhere we want to go.

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I am such a feast or famine kind of blogger. It all kind of depends on what else is going on. I am happy to report that Singularity completed his science fair project evaluating the relative hardness of the real-life equivalents to materials that can be mined in Minecraft. (Oh Minecraft, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways....) More on that later, perhaps. 

In the meantime, I have been mulling over many blog ideas, but publishing none. Oh well. 

One thing that has been pretty constant is my writing group, the Powder Works Writing Group, which often focuses on poetry. We have been meeting most weeks, and we have been quite productive. Above is my latest effort. 

We were all trying to draw inspiration from an article in the May 2014 issue of Street Sheet, concerning the removal of homeless people from encampments on the Albany Bulb. Initially, we were trying to use the article to make blackout poems, but it turned out that none of us did. 

I ended up using the article as a source of words, which I tried very hard to use in a way having nothing to do with the original article. Klailklop said that it still made him think of the events described in the article. Maybe I shouldn't have told him or you what the article was about.

For another poem based on the article, please see Zoe Francesca's blog, Pink House Poetry.