]> http://danyell.com/taxonomy/term/19/0 Poetry, or sometimes, "I Can't Believe It's Not Poetry." en http://danyell.com/node/289 <p>fine line of twine<br /> treacherous and serpentine<br /> holds my crumbling mothballed mind<br /> like a crick-crack creepy wall holds its vine.</p> Fri, 30 Sep 2005 15:27:31 -0700 http://danyell.com/node/20 <p>'twas not always so.<br /> o so recently we still felt<br /> the ground beneath our feet,<br /> the ways the winds and rivers go,<br /> and in warm grass grateful we knelt<br /> in praying pleasure: the world was sweet.</p> Sat, 27 Nov 2004 19:52:43 -0800 http://danyell.com/node/54 <p>You had a camera<br /> Around your neck,<br /> It seemed tragic somehow.</p> Tue, 7 Dec 2004 14:26:44 -0800