sure, I'll settle for the meaning of life and all

But what I really want to know is:

WHAT THE FUCK IS ON WITH ALL THE SNOWFLAKES.

[poetry] good news

Unlike short stories - with which I have severe problems with too little length - I have problems keeping poetry short. It's difficult, you know? On the one hand, I feel like there's more to what I want to say, or even when there isn't, that people won't get it, and on the other hand, I don't want to clutter. I want to write, as Hemingway said, one true sentence, over and over, but damn it, sometimes that one true sentence is just one. I don't know. I think it's perfect, and then I blink and it looks like a great start but just that, a prequel.

And yes, this was inspired by Supernatural, which - despite all the skeevy gender issues which I am not even TOUCHING right now, because, well, AGH - is really fascinating and addictive and not nearly as scary as I'd thought. I still can't watch the haunted house episode, though. Or the more recent one with the dead schoolboys. Apparently I am severely creeped out by pale children.



GOOD NEWS

"ויהי אור," said God,
and as it was written,
so it occurred.

fin.