Right now, WEE is something of a mirror to this blog, which makes a reference to it go well with the photo above. Gabriel and I haven’t really figured out what WEE is going to be. Right now, it’s a spot for less personal or more philosophical ramblings, especially ones where he and I disagree and can muster a debate. In other words, controversy! Woo.

I say formal poetry is inherently easier to write than free verse, and I go into my reasons for saying so here. You are hereby invited to come throw rocks.

In reading this post on wch’s blog, the possibility of fire: fear, I realized something unpleasant about myself.

I write poetry out of fear.

I fear being forgotten. I fear being left behind. I fear losing what skill I’ve got, what friends I’ve got, what reputation I’ve got.

What a lowering way to begin the new year. Happy 2006.

No matter what shade of blue I achieved in my breath-holding, it did no good.

Texas took Kevin Millwood away! Bastards.

Five years. $60 million. Opening day starter.

And cerulean looked so good on me, too.