There is a cat in here and birds and some emotion and Gluck reading her poppy poem and me reading her mock orange one and critiquing her poetry a bit and thanking her for her life in art.

One based on an old Norse poem translated into Icelandic and English and the other my lyric of the day called Species. About the wind. Which is making me tired. But hey, life goes on. Enjoy!

Called North in first her Icelandic and later my English. With chat in between about my migraine, reviewing and the hostel yesterday! Enjoy!!

Called First Snow and a storm and the weather and an interruption and talk of forms and notions of simplicity and happy anniversary to my parents! Enjoy :)

Also the conclusion (for now?) of the Fiddlehead-gate review scandal. I talk of spas and firepits and crepes and read a stokkur quatrain in Icelandic and English called To the Mountains.

Called Icelandic Autumn. Been writing about a poem a day here. Also more on the Fiddlehead review. David Orr on another poetic debate. The moon at three am. Pronouncing words correctly. An article on Icelandic poetry. Enjoy!

Plus I chat a bit more about the Riddle and Fiddlehead controversy (let us see the review so we can have our own respectful discussion as required in a democracy!) There is also a waterfall. Enjoy!

Called Fragile Things. After I speak of the traffic and a mysterious swing in the woods and random human crap interrupting the chance for delusional purity.

In which I speak of hot pots, walks, routine, a cemetary, myself as Iceland, the Fiddlehead controversy, sensitive poets and talk about Icelandic poetry then read a poem by Vala Thorodds. Enjoy!

Where I speak of windstorms and walks and the moss and discombobulation and a random encounter and read a Robertson piece from The Weather. Enjoy!