Obviously, things have been slow around here. I’ve tried a few times to get back to regular posting, but it seems that each time some new difficulty arises and all I end up with is new ideas partially developed but then abandoned. So–I am going to shut Quantum Est down for a while, maybe for a few months or more. I have really enjoyed the conversations the blog has started and the new friends I have made. I hope that after I have caught up, really caught up, I can come back to the blog with new perspective and new resolution. For now, I will turn off the lights and wish you a good night. “Yes; good night, good night. Good night, any surviving dear old Carian guests. Good night, ladies. Good night, all.”
I look forward to your triumphant return to the blogosphere!
Ditto Mandel.
see you around if the creek don’t rise…
Once during that year
when all I wanted
was to be anything other
than what I was,
the dog took my wrist
in her jaws. Not to hurt
or startle, but the way
a wolf might, closing her mouth
over the leg of another
from her pack. Claiming me
like anything else: the round luck
of her supper dish or the bliss
of rabbits, their infinite
grassy cities. Her lips
and teeth circled
and pressed, tireless
pressure of the world
that pushes against you
to see if you’re there,
and I could feel myself
inside myself again, muscle
to bone to the slippery
core where I knew
next to nothing
about love. She wrapped
my arm as a woman might wrap
her hand through the loop
of a leash—as if she
were the one holding me
at the edge of a busy street,
instructing me to stay.
“Claim” by Kasey Jueds