<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xml:lang="en"><title>Latest entries from pjnights.blog-city.com</title><rights>Copyright 2009 pjnights.blog-city.com</rights><subtitle></subtitle><author><name></name></author><updated>2009-11-02T14:14:00Z</updated><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pjnights.blog-city.com/"/><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pjnights.blog-city.com/index.rss"/><id>tag:pjnights.blog-city.com,2009:1</id><entry><id>tag:pjnights.blog-city.com,2009-11-02:links.412188983</id><title>Thank YOU, Chris</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://pjnights.blog-city.com/thank_you_chris.htm"><![CDATA[Publishing east/west each quarter is time-consuming and frustrating at times, but also extremely satisfying, especially when I hear the following:&nbsp;http://owlwholaughs.blogspot.com/2009/11/praise-for-poet-pj-nights.html&nbsp;Thank you, Chris.&nbs]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pjnights.blog-city.com/thank_you_chris.htm"/><dc:creator>PJ Nights</dc:creator><author><name>PJ Nights</name></author><updated>2009-11-02T14:14:00Z</updated><published>2009-11-02T14:14:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:pjnights.blog-city.com,2009-11-01:links.412188869</id><title>From Margaret Atwood:</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://pjnights.blog-city.com/from_margaret_atwood.htm"><![CDATA[you fit into me like a hook into an eye  a fish hook an open eye]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pjnights.blog-city.com/from_margaret_atwood.htm"/><dc:creator>PJ Nights</dc:creator><author><name>PJ Nights</name></author><updated>2009-11-01T13:33:00Z</updated><published>2009-11-01T13:33:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:pjnights.blog-city.com,2009-04-23:links.412166059</id><title>pizzicati</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://pjnights.blog-city.com/pizzicati.htm"><![CDATA[pizzicatiIThe moon, in her odd dance through the clouds, mocks the abandoned skiff,snaps its mooring line as if she might take it fishing.IIBoat-tailed grackles confuse the&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pjnights.blog-city.com/pizzicati.htm"/><dc:creator>PJ Nights</dc:creator><author><name>PJ Nights</name></author><updated>2009-04-23T19:14:00Z</updated><published>2009-04-23T19:14:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:pjnights.blog-city.com,2009-04-23:links.412166042</id><title>invocation</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://pjnights.blog-city.com/invocation.htm"><![CDATA[insides      milky, some on into night          wise, catching of pine moons above dawn            for there, cups hold the permanence of curbstones       a lone wolf here   goes a long way towards tipped understanding      (lilies and river runs   m]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pjnights.blog-city.com/invocation.htm"/><dc:creator>PJ Nights</dc:creator><author><name>PJ Nights</name></author><updated>2009-04-23T17:40:00Z</updated><published>2009-04-23T17:40:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:pjnights.blog-city.com,2009-02-17:links.412154575</id><title>towards a unified theory</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://pjnights.blog-city.com/towards_a_unified_theory_1.htm"><![CDATA[what we are comes of chance collisions,encounters with flotsam&mdash;offal and plums floating in a flood of language&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; we choosewhat remains&mdash;the fantastic: your coat a sail on the icy pond, you whooping and flyingon your s]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pjnights.blog-city.com/towards_a_unified_theory_1.htm"/><dc:creator>PJ Nights</dc:creator><author><name>PJ Nights</name></author><updated>2009-02-17T16:54:00Z</updated><published>2009-02-17T16:54:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:pjnights.blog-city.com,2009-02-17:links.412154574</id><title>kali</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://pjnights.blog-city.com/kali.htm"><![CDATA[Winter&rsquo;s white cremation&mdash;from its quietusshoots arrow-tipped croci. She greets this bedof nails sprung from the ashes of the elements,from anger and lust&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pjnights.blog-city.com/kali.htm"/><dc:creator>PJ Nights</dc:creator><author><name>PJ Nights</name></author><updated>2009-02-17T16:53:00Z</updated><published>2009-02-17T16:53:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:pjnights.blog-city.com,2009-02-17:links.412154572</id><title>kumari puja</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://pjnights.blog-city.com/kumari_puja.htm"><![CDATA[if all were kept at the point of questions:silver smelts slipping between legs,spring waters rushing upriver&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; momentum tosses her&nbsp;&nbsp; into whitewater and nets&mdash;she reddens her lips with bites&nbsp]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pjnights.blog-city.com/kumari_puja.htm"/><dc:creator>PJ Nights</dc:creator><author><name>PJ Nights</name></author><updated>2009-02-17T16:49:00Z</updated><published>2009-02-17T16:49:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:pjnights.blog-city.com,2008-07-31:links.412119012</id><title>Inside &quot;Sunday Morning&quot;</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://pjnights.blog-city.com/inside_sunday_morning.htm"><![CDATA[Why should she give her bounty to the dead?  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; ~Wallace Stevens I sit in this poe]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pjnights.blog-city.com/inside_sunday_morning.htm"/><dc:creator>PJ Nights</dc:creator><author><name>PJ Nights</name></author><updated>2008-07-31T23:03:00Z</updated><published>2008-07-31T23:03:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:pjnights.blog-city.com,2008-07-15:links.412116080</id><title>for the sweetest lass</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://pjnights.blog-city.com/for_the_sweetest_lass_1.htm"><![CDATA[Here come real stars to fill the upper skies,And here on earth come emulating flies&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pjnights.blog-city.com/for_the_sweetest_lass_1.htm"/><dc:creator>PJ Nights</dc:creator><author><name>PJ Nights</name></author><updated>2008-07-15T15:21:00Z</updated><published>2008-07-15T15:21:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:pjnights.blog-city.com,2008-06-27:links.412112771</id><title>Tombstone, AZ</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pjnights.blog-city.com/tombstone_az_1.htm"/><dc:creator>PJ Nights</dc:creator><author><name>PJ Nights</name></author><updated>2008-06-27T16:05:00Z</updated><published>2008-06-27T16:05:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:pjnights.blog-city.com,2008-06-23:links.412111893</id><title>The big picture</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://pjnights.blog-city.com/the_big_picture.htm"><![CDATA[changes when air closes in, the fog hangs tight  and I forget all but the tree-woven  roof over  my steps &amp; porch, the hot wet rosy white radishes  I bite with a strawberry that gives to the touch.   My 9&#39;X9&#39; patch of dirt yields salad af]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pjnights.blog-city.com/the_big_picture.htm"/><dc:creator>PJ Nights</dc:creator><author><name>PJ Nights</name></author><updated>2008-06-23T21:41:00Z</updated><published>2008-06-23T21:41:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:pjnights.blog-city.com,2008-05-05:links.412101146</id><title>Senbazuru</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://pjnights.blog-city.com/senbazuru.htm"><![CDATA[Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nb]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pjnights.blog-city.com/senbazuru.htm"/><dc:creator>PJ Nights</dc:creator><author><name>PJ Nights</name></author><updated>2008-05-05T19:54:00Z</updated><published>2008-05-05T19:54:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:pjnights.blog-city.com,2008-04-14:links.412096449</id><title>the sea&apos;s first cousin</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://pjnights.blog-city.com/the_seas_first_cousin.htm"><![CDATA[a little remains dangling, splash of wild  in flowers and fish scale roofs, a moonchild -   to see clearly one must cross a frontier  cross the street, visit the chocolatier   to a door that knows everything  from your eyes - listen to songs of redwi]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pjnights.blog-city.com/the_seas_first_cousin.htm"/><dc:creator>PJ Nights</dc:creator><author><name>PJ Nights</name></author><updated>2008-04-14T00:25:00Z</updated><published>2008-04-14T00:25:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:pjnights.blog-city.com,2008-04-08:links.412095313</id><title>we are thus this new day</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://pjnights.blog-city.com/we_are_thus_this_new_day.htm"><![CDATA[when the trumpet plays  a morning begins where  I bite through experiences,  fat, stuffed queen  olives, one after another   I read poetry of moonlight  and dewdrops - mystical  morning fog makes a dragon  of the old cart horse  and a castle of your]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pjnights.blog-city.com/we_are_thus_this_new_day.htm"/><dc:creator>PJ Nights</dc:creator><author><name>PJ Nights</name></author><updated>2008-04-08T12:49:00Z</updated><published>2008-04-08T12:49:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:pjnights.blog-city.com,2007-12-02:links.412065687</id><title>after Tennyson</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://pjnights.blog-city.com/after_tennyson.htm"><![CDATA[sit here at my side put up your little feet while I sing war songs by firelight betrothed by wine we marry poems in a musty book hearts a handful of dust might we be the happy dead how thin and clear the battle call across the miles how our women car]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pjnights.blog-city.com/after_tennyson.htm"/><dc:creator>PJ Nights</dc:creator><author><name>PJ Nights</name></author><updated>2007-12-02T23:58:00Z</updated><published>2007-12-02T23:58:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:pjnights.blog-city.com,2007-12-02:links.412065669</id><title>warnings of inconvenient weather</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://pjnights.blog-city.com/warnings_of_inconvenient_weather.htm"><![CDATA[she&#39;s counting duck down willows in a dangerous storm people outside should avoid windows  short songs are winter - the sum  of her stories in bubbling stew and cozy fresh-baked bread  at mind&rsquo;s sunset, we all say grace fortunate as a howli]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pjnights.blog-city.com/warnings_of_inconvenient_weather.htm"/><dc:creator>PJ Nights</dc:creator><author><name>PJ Nights</name></author><updated>2007-12-02T22:58:00Z</updated><published>2007-12-02T22:58:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:pjnights.blog-city.com,2007-10-06:links.412047883</id><title>geopoetry</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://pjnights.blog-city.com/geopoetry.htm"><![CDATA[does a poem have to be  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;a big idea bigger than the brightest stars in my field of view from my front porch  bigger than the drone of crickets or frogs&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;never is there silence a tho]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pjnights.blog-city.com/geopoetry.htm"/><dc:creator>PJ Nights</dc:creator><author><name>PJ Nights</name></author><updated>2007-10-06T19:24:00Z</updated><published>2007-10-06T19:24:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:pjnights.blog-city.com,2007-09-16:links.412041373</id><title>swan boats</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://pjnights.blog-city.com/swan_boats.htm"><![CDATA[if only pockets held talking bonesand answers that you might not likeas much as I do &ndash; if I could producesearch lights on a dime sweeping back alleys and bedrooms for the drama of it all, if I could laughlightly at cliffside, waves sculptinga g]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pjnights.blog-city.com/swan_boats.htm"/><dc:creator>PJ Nights</dc:creator><author><name>PJ Nights</name></author><updated>2007-09-16T14:44:00Z</updated><published>2007-09-16T14:44:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:pjnights.blog-city.com,2007-09-13:links.412040466</id><title>thank god the dog missed the skunk</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://pjnights.blog-city.com/thank_god_the_dog_missed_the_skunk.htm"><![CDATA[and I can be self-indulgent while I write, the pencil keeping track of tolls  the close dawn with insides milky  wise, above catching of morning never the permanence  of curbstones, or of houses along the streets  there are just the coyotes  laughing]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pjnights.blog-city.com/thank_god_the_dog_missed_the_skunk.htm"/><dc:creator>PJ Nights</dc:creator><author><name>PJ Nights</name></author><updated>2007-09-13T11:39:00Z</updated><published>2007-09-13T11:39:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:pjnights.blog-city.com,2007-08-25:links.412034470</id><title>remembering the first time I heard stereo</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://pjnights.blog-city.com/remembering_the_first_time_i_heard_stereo.htm"><![CDATA[the alarum of the bell won&rsquo;t be still we hear about the war, but the actual bodies are not to be seen  fountains howl like a baby as I get older, my gills grow lungs I want to breathe music whose call  echoes in my left and, next, my right ear]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pjnights.blog-city.com/remembering_the_first_time_i_heard_stereo.htm"/><dc:creator>PJ Nights</dc:creator><author><name>PJ Nights</name></author><updated>2007-08-25T13:43:00Z</updated><published>2007-08-25T13:43:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:pjnights.blog-city.com,2007-08-15:links.412031247</id><title>Charivari</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://pjnights.blog-city.com/charivari.htm"><![CDATA[A madman is selling stray cats in an open-air market for those that inhabit ancients cities where all goes undisturbed inside their walls. By traffic&rsquo;s sleek melodies, he is led to a door which leads nowhere though he theorizes its threshold ma]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pjnights.blog-city.com/charivari.htm"/><dc:creator>PJ Nights</dc:creator><author><name>PJ Nights</name></author><updated>2007-08-15T20:39:00Z</updated><published>2007-08-15T20:39:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:pjnights.blog-city.com,2007-08-07:links.412028052</id><title>Leviathan</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://pjnights.blog-city.com/leviathan.htm"><![CDATA[if I button my eyes tightly enough if I inhale completely enough  this heavenly body will flow from  my lungs, follow along my arms  its inhabitants will funnel through  my fingers, blotting a blank page  a spider descends on a silk tethered to a tre]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pjnights.blog-city.com/leviathan.htm"/><dc:creator>PJ Nights</dc:creator><author><name>PJ Nights</name></author><updated>2007-08-07T20:45:00Z</updated><published>2007-08-07T20:45:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:pjnights.blog-city.com,2007-08-06:links.412027608</id><title>my cat came in but i forgot the dog</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://pjnights.blog-city.com/my_cat_came_in_but_i_forgot_the_dog.htm"><![CDATA[covered in marmalade her head she&rsquo;s the sweetest thing going I wondered if I had time for the finger  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;moving  before morning sunshine coming in the window my fantasy here beneath the b]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pjnights.blog-city.com/my_cat_came_in_but_i_forgot_the_dog.htm"/><dc:creator>PJ Nights</dc:creator><author><name>PJ Nights</name></author><updated>2007-08-06T11:29:00Z</updated><published>2007-08-06T11:29:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:pjnights.blog-city.com,2007-08-04:links.412026618</id><title>mistaken reflection of the moon</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://pjnights.blog-city.com/mistaken_reflection_of_the_moon.htm"><![CDATA[this morning I&rsquo;m ready if you arebut did you hear the clams screaming on the mudflat yesterdaydid you hear the peacocks crying&ldquo;what am I ready for?&rdquo;there is no time but the one to be quickon this day nineteen seventy four bee ceeon]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pjnights.blog-city.com/mistaken_reflection_of_the_moon.htm"/><dc:creator>PJ Nights</dc:creator><author><name>PJ Nights</name></author><updated>2007-08-04T02:37:00Z</updated><published>2007-08-04T02:37:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:pjnights.blog-city.com,2007-07-20:links.412021799</id><title>neverland</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://pjnights.blog-city.com/neverland.htm"><![CDATA[I&rsquo;ve kept your chair open on the front porch tipped over in the rain to keep it dry where grateful dead burns by mosquito torch a blue green fire kindled to keep me high on these nights alight, dancing on the bar hips slung, shirt riding up, be]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pjnights.blog-city.com/neverland.htm"/><dc:creator>PJ Nights</dc:creator><author><name>PJ Nights</name></author><updated>2007-07-20T18:57:00Z</updated><published>2007-07-20T18:57:00Z</published></entry></feed>