The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
600 people reached the top of Mt. Everest in 2012. This blog got about 4,100 views in 2012. If every person who reached the top of Mt. Everest viewed this blog, it would have taken 7 years to get that many views.
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:22pm
I Am The Silver-Black Crow
Eating My Heart Out
Pecking My Skull
“Let Me Out”
“Let Me Out”
–
Curl Up My Sleek Feathers
Gather My Dark Wings Together
Like Hands In Prayer
“Away With Me”
“Away”
The Hawk Kitchen 10:22am
SHARP SILVER-BLACK CROW
NIBBLES MY WHITE HEART NIGHTLY
STABS MY HEAD DAILY
The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:50pm
Ring In This New Year
with Me As Your Reason
for Schizophrenia
for I Am The Human Mind:
I take unlimited forms
no — I will not hack a head off
on a Greyhound Bus
no — I will not shove an unsuspecting commuter
onto a subway track
no — I will not mow down
a school yard
of kids
I have had My Head examined
for twenty years
yes — I take medication for sleep
who doesn’t?
yes — I have strange desires
seemingly unfulfilled
who hasn’t?
But I Am Here Hear People
I Am Alive
Are You Ready & Willing
To Shoulder
My Outrage?
The Hawk Kitchen 4:55pm
I Have Thrown The Heart Of Humanity
Out To The Crow
Of My Desire
He’s Not Black But Silver
He Has Swooped Down
Into My Heart
To Eat The Remains
Of Me
The West Desk Window 9:44pm
I STEPPED ON MOON GLOW
IN MY NIGHT-TIME LIVING ROOM
LOOKED UP: BLUE HALO
The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:22pm
I want to draw out
Humanity’s Heart
Feed It to The Black Crows
Hungry
flying against the wind
outside My Kitchen Glass Doors
–
I want to sit underneath My Tree
My Scraggly Apple
out in My Pro-life Underwear
in snow flurries
Come Inside
to know the warmth
of My Living Room
with Eliza’s Long-stemmed Coral Roses
clipped & vased
Sobey’s Parking Lot, Barrington Passage 11:15am
WHY IS DEBT CEILING
SNAPPY TERMINOLOGY
FOR THEIR FISCAL CLIFF?
co-written by W Hunter Blair
The Hawk Kitchen 10:06pm
I am being called upon
to look at The Sky
The Wallowing Clouds
with few breaks of Light
And Now, as I look up from My Writing —
another passage of sleety snow
This Is My World
I Drink My Second Coffee
Beside The First Snow
Joanna Gilman Hyde 