Teach me how the candlewax says thank you to the flame.

“My body is a mason jar
transparent as a jellyfish
I wish for a heart you can see straight through
for a voice that glows in the dark
and a few really good friends to skip moon rocks to.”

-Andrea Gibson, ‘Jellyfish’


Buttercup Festival #2.108

Buttercup Festival by David Troupes is one of my very favorite webcomics. It is philosophical and weird and often funny, and always accompanied by beautiful ink and watercolor illustrations. It might be a long while between posts sometimes, but it is always worth the wait.


Something Beautiful

Bonjour, mes beaux amis!

No poetry today, I’m sorry (but soon, very soon!). Instead, I wanted to share something beautiful which I discovered recently.

John Koenig runs a Tumblr. blog named The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows, and describes its mission as “to harpoon, bag and tag wild sorrows, then release them back into the subconscious.” Basically, John creates definitions; words for feelings or experiences for which the English language has no adequate term. They are wonderful and true and must be enjoyed by all, so go check it out!

My personal favorite of those I’ve devoured so far is this:

The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows — la gaudière

Au revoir!


That discovery led to yet another beautiful Tumblr. blog, this one by Tyler Knott. He is a prolific writer/photographer and updates multiple times a day!

Check out his work!

“…then you’re not listening hard enough.” -Michael Lee

I’m feeling rather introspective and philosophical today…that’s usually when I’m at my most dangerous. Come thee no farther, for here be dragons!

Being of the strong opinion that beautiful things need to be shared, I hereby introduce you to a certain Mr. Lee, both a marvelous human being and a fantastic poet!

I swear, I can only dream of writing like he does. My favorite poem by him is called ‘Pass On’

I encourage you to watch the whole thing, and then watch it over and over again as many times as is necessary until it makes you feel different in some way. It took me a few times to really listen.

I feel overly affected by things like this, as if nobody else reacts like I do. When I hear a perfectly written poem, even a perfectly worded phrase, I get a rising, swelling feeling in my chest as if an absence which I never noticed before has just been filled. Words are my solace; they lift me back up, distract me from the never-ending avalanche of life which I’ve been trying my best to hold back.

I hope that poem makes you feel the same way…

Cheerio, then, Gov’na!

Winter is Here!

Hey everybody, sorry about the brief hiatus I took from posting, but I have been running ragged for weeks and just now had to force myself to take a break and write.

But, you know, c’est la vie…

Today I’ll be offering you two different poems; the first by one of my favorite poets, e.e. cummings, and the second by me which was initially inspired by that piece.

So, before you go crazy from waiting, i give you e.e. cumming’s I have found what you are like:

i have found what you are like

the rain,

(Who feathers frightened fields

with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields

easily the pale club of the wind

and swirled justly souls of flower strike

the air in utterable coolness

deeds of green thrilling light

                       with thinned

newfragile yellows

 lurch and.press

 -in the woods





And the coolness of your smile is

stirringofbirds between my arms;but

i should rather than anything

have(almost when hugeness will shut


                your kiss

Isn’t it absolutely lovely? I especially admire him for the unique line breaks/spacing, and the way some parts may not make much sense grammatically, but instead communicate a feeling of the poem so perfectly.

So I read this, and fell in love, and was inspired to try something similar. I was wishing for snow at the time, so I wrote about the beauty of winter snow and how I feel about it. Guess what happened a few days later? It snowed! Yes, there are several inches of snow on the ground now, and I am convinced that my writing has magical powers 😉


don’t listen to what everyone else says

there is a


about snow

dancing patterns in the dusk—

softsound it never makes like a


stifled before it begins.

There is


in the taste it lends to the air

the scent

               it sets





the childish delight

igniting in our eyes

(and I think it reminds me of


(c) 2012 Marie KR

You are marvelous…

So in my last post I served up a poem which started with a quote from ‘a great writer’, and I just realized I didn’t even explain it! Silly me…

The quote is from my favorite poem by one of my favorite writers, Charles Bukowski. It’s called The Laughing Heart:

your life is your life
don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
be on the watch.
there are ways out.
there is a light somewhere.
it may not be much light but
it beats the darkness.
be on the watch.
the gods will offer you chances.
know them.
take them.
you can’t beat death but
you can beat death in life, sometimes.
and the more often you learn to do it,
the more light there will be.
your life is your life.
know it while you have it.
you are marvelous
the gods wait to delight
in you.

The poem was recently featured in a TV Ad by Levi Jeans for their campaign ‘Go Forth 2011’, check it out!

So I just thought I’d clarify/share that, hope you like it as much as I do!