tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561359971186842612011-10-12T10:45:26.303-07:00Nur khayyi Subkhanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02967312930796908766noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756135997118684261.post-61950682115947643632011-09-28T00:52:00.001-07:002011-09-28T00:52:56.576-07:00Man, it's feeling autumnal here in Akron, OH. I am completely obsessed with a new series of poems I am writing. I just had to grapple with whether to use quotes and italics or to make a quoted part of a spoken passage non-italic. But that's pretty much the only thing I don't love about these new poems. I'm not bragging, just enthusiastic.<br /><br />Maybe I do have a little extra swagger thanks to Kyle Minor's incredible reading of some poems from Saint Monica over yonder at HTML Giant. What a delight to wake up to. I am filled with gratitude!<br /><br />For some reason, a poem doesn't feel completely real until I print it out on paper. I wish I could get past that, because it's silly. Somehow the screen just seems temporary. Like a bunch of stray light.<br /><br />I guess that's what it is, technically.<br /><br />I printed all these new poems up and I am taking them home with me.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756135997118684261-6195068211594764363?l=tsiakhyie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nur khayyi Subkhanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02967312930796908766noreply@blogger.com0