Been having some fun with Scrapblog, which i stumbled across a couple of days ago. i wanted to cheer up Ember a bit, as one of my recent phonecalls with her left me feeling helpless. she was sad. she needs to be sad. and it’s ok. but it’s so hard to stand by, and watch your friends go through heartache & grief. Anyways, i made her a little something with a poem i wrote a while back Departure from the Vision:
1.
Partner
comes from parting.
To part.
2.
One parts
what was whole.
3.
I’m very partial
to you,
my partner.
So partial,
partially.
Only partial.
4.
The art
comes back
when you depart,
and I realize,
partner,
that you are not
part of me–
nor did take
part of me–
but have always
and remain
apart from me.
5.
Apart.
A part.
Part.
Art,
because
we’re apart
6.
Believing
you’re my partner:
I am the “art”
to which
you add the “P”.
7.
You are
my difference.
the sound of my mother tongue. the sounds of trees. galloping horses. the sound of percolating coffee, the sound of carbinated water. the sound of a well-maintained motorcycle, and sounds that ratchets make. or the way in which only david bowie can pronounce: “jasmine” every sound that keith jarrett has ever spilt into this world. the turning of pages in old hardbound books. the lack of sound, the spaces in between as these to me constitute the essence of breakbeat, of poetry, of philosophy… and, at times, i also like the sound of my memory
i’ve slowly been putting my poetry online. these past few months i’ve been going through some of my old writing & i realize that there is a lot of it. i mainly keep all those old poems and musings in a big milkcrate–not a square crate but, rather, one of those rectangular ones. it’s packed completely with sheets of paper–handwritten, typewritten and printed. of course, like a complete idiot, i managed to delete everything significant off my old harddrive, so now i have to go through the paper archives. and whatever i don’t have in that blue crate is unfortunately lost. i decided to use my poetry as a way to experiment with CSS more. thanks to Tantek’s encouragement i’ve been learning CSS this past year, and it’s really changed the way in which i build websites: my code is cleaner and the CSS has opened up a new realm of creativity for me. and if you start seeing these little buttons on the pages of sites that i’ve built, it means that those pages are written with valid code: 
i reached a personal design milestone this month, as Tantek recognized my recent efforts to write valid code and commended my new poetry vault that is slowly growing here online. i hope you enjoy the poems & the design. many many thanks to Tek for his support and his time, in my quest to become a better designer!
i just found this! i had completely forgotten that Ishmael Reed planned to use some of the poetry that came out of his creative writing classes…. Wow! he published a poem of mine in his anthology: From Totems to Hip Hop: Poetry Across the Americas, 1900-2002. 
i took my poetry class with him my last semester as an undergraduate…in the spring of ‘96. thank you, Ishmael. thank you for being the down-to-earth, up-front, bad-ass teacher that you are. more on the anthology: Cynthia Kane “From Totems to Hip-Hop…” – Tribes Reviews
sometimes my days are plagued by certain writers. on days like these, lines of verse, prose, surface with urgency; a ringing in my ears. the way random songs can get stuck in your head for days. this week Pablo Neruda will not be still. Love is so short, forgetting so long…
