April 18th, 2011


Poem for Sale: "Rabbit Season"

Some time ago, I got this idea for a Monster House poem.  "Rabbit Season" shows the parents encountering an Easter surprise before their daughter comes downstairs. 

44 lines, Buy It Now = $20

If you want to sponsor this one, or part of it, I suggest posting that in a comment.  This is a popular series and I wouldn't be surprised if several folks are interested.


Monday Update 4-18-11

These are some posts from the later part of last week, in case you missed them:
Veil Types (now with discussion about women's freedoms)
The Right to Death (also with discussion)
Socialism and America
Updated sketch of "unfolding wings" (Origami Mage illustration)
Donor Perk: Upcoming Themes (locked for donors only)
Poem: "Grandma's Kitchen" (a Monster House poem)
Toys and Gender

This batch of posts all deals with Torn World stuff:
Poem: "The Colors of the Rainbow" (Torn World)
Torn Tongue: Verbs Beginning with "J"
Torn World Muse Fusion Is Live (with a list of what I wrote)
New Bit Character: Unafari
Interview with Ellen Million
Featured Character: Omorth
Torn World: Spend Your Credits!

Torn World writing update: 
Approved as canon: "One-Tick Literature."  Back to me for edits: "Cutting Time" and "Clouds in the Morning."  Currently in front of the canon board at Torn World: "Squiggles: Excerpts from Nleimen's Journal," "On the Rocks," "Forbidden Love," "Scars of Stone," "One Toy for Three," "Lookbacks," "The Ties We Twine,"  (fiction) and "The Sugar Mouse," "Steam Power," and "Cage of Hope" (poetry).  Drafted: "Cutting Cords and Clasping Hands," "Like Ash Before the Wind," "Without Fail" (fiction) and "The Hearsay Cafe," "The Colors of the Rainbow" (poetry).  In revision at home: "Water Dance."  Currently writing: "From Dark to Bright," "Raining Kittens," "The Green Speech" (fiction).

The epic poem "A Periodic Table of Elementals" is ahead of production.  You also have the option of buying "Rabbit Season," a Monster House poem about Easter.
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Poem: "Rabbit Season"

This is a Monster House poem for Easter.  (You can read the other Monster House poems on the "Serial Poetry" page of my website.) Sponsors so far: janetmiles, zianuray, kestrels_nest

Total price = $20
Amount funded = $15
Amount remaining = $5
Verses posted: 8 of 12

Rabbit Season

As I put the finishing touches
on my daughter's surprise,
I happened to glance out the window.

"Honey," I said to my wife, "did you know that
Harvey is hopping around our back yard?"

She dropped the box of cereal on the counter
and ran to the back door, waving madly
at the towering white rabbit.
"Hello!  Hello!   I haven't seen you in so long!"

"Orders, you know," the rabbit said genially
and tucked a lavender egg between the tulips.
"We're not allowed to deliver to households
after the children reach a certain age."
Another egg, striped in green and gold,
went behind a rock.  Then he asked,
"This time you're not going to try
putting a lace bonnet on me, are you?"

"Well," she said sheepishly,
"that was years ago."

"You don't actually have to do that,"
I said.  "We've bought a basket already."
I pointed at the purple plastic prize
sitting on the kitchen table,
filled with jelly beans and Peeps.

The Easter Bunny sneered at me
with three-inch incisors,
lifting a white wicker basket.
Inside it, a dark chocolate rabbit
crouched in a nest of candy grass.
It wiggled its ears against its pink marzipan ribbon,
clucked madly, and laid another candy egg.

"Never mind," I said. "I'll just go ...
take that one over to the neighbors' place."

A firm nod approved my offer.
"We don't go there," said the Easter Bunny.
Atheists, you know -- they don't believe in a one of us."

When I came back,
my wife was hugging her old friend goodbye.
"We'll see you next year!" she called as he hopped away.

We went indoors just in time
to hear girlish giggles from upstairs
and our daughter's eager footsteps on the treads.

"Just wait," my wife said with a nostalgic smile,
"until she finds out what's inside the eggs!"


BP Cleanup Workers Sick

This report of sick cleanup workers is within range of the kind of problem I expected.  It's hitting faster than I anticipated, though.  I suspect the toxic dispersants make the difference between this and some other spills.  Also, I believe the sluggish and obstructive response of both the government and BP boils down to ass-covering: they think that if they delay and muddy the trail enough, it will be difficult or impossible to hold the culpable parties responsible and gain recompense for those harmed or killed.  This is almost certainly true.  The downside is that it leaves you with a large number of sick or dead human beings, which is unacceptable.