About two years ago, I was out biking, and I found a set of keys. They were outside someone's house, but when I knocked, no one answered. I took the keys to the police.

About one year ago, I was out biking, and I found a cell phone. I picked it up and called the number listed as "Mom & Dad." I live in Ithaca, "Mom & Dad" live in Boston. I sent their son's phone to them. They offered to send some money, at least the cost of the postage, but I refused, asking to just let me have this good feeling of being helpful.

About a month ago, I found a wallet while I was out biking. As I continued, I found credit cards, $43 dollars, student ID, etc. I collected these strewn contents, and used her student ID to find her email address. She was in Philadelphia, but came to collect her wallet the following Wednesday.

Yesterday, I got a thank you note from the wallet person with $10 in it. I was a little put off by it at first, but got over it. I am planning on finding more wallets (they seem most profitable) with the hope of collecting a total of $30. If this plan works, I will send $30 to David Horvitz. Then David Horvitz will buy $30 worth of cookies and give them out to people he sees in the street.

http://www.davidhorvitz.com/if/index.html

If you are interested in contributing to my David Horvitz fund, please come to Ithaca and lose something. Then I will find it, send it to you, and you can send me money for David. If you lose your item between my house & Cornell, I will have the best chance of finding it. You might also want to let me know you're coming, and I can show you where I live during your stay.

xxoo

Poems about the Moon

You should always try everything four times
and not grow mildly tired of it.

An invitation, then?
Shall we write of the moon?

Yes - but let's write freshly.
(no mentioning dairy products.)

Everyone, write of cheese and milky light!
Moon Moon go away.
Come again some other day.

I see you on the sunless side
and beauty is different with each encounter
perfect.

everybody has to write
at least one poem about moonshine
oh moonshine
as sweet as you flow
earthshine for the sunless

tell me lover, if that light were on me,
would you still give me dark chocolate?
and would I still…

last week the moon was just a sliver
the whole sphere gently lit
then it changed back again
last week was just a sliver
on the sunless side
you murmur, last week
last week the moon was just a sliver –
very beautiful.

Greg says,
I like implicit moons more,
and now I see I ruined a good idea,
a poem splintered upon the sea

(This one belongs on the lunatic fringe.)

Pagan I, deified in a gap:
a cleft in the Rock of Eden
houses my nomadic longing.
A howl plays backwards.

~ Maybe Greg’s intricate blue figure
is the wreckage of a full moon
floating broken on the open poem
it looks like a flower that’s dying
splintered upon the sea

although the words say
'a heavy burden has been lifted...'
the man resembles razor blades.
is the implicit light in the top of a cave
there so Greg can read the words?
did Greg write them?
or is he completely separate?

Moon Moon go away.
Come again some other day.
(Greg wrote that. Wink.)
that star on his forehead
is a reflection of a day moon

Everybody has to write at least one broken poem

now night or day, he calls
to romance the moon
with dark chocolate
and by telling her she's beautiful.

headlines of my now

I am working on my Master's thesis. The work is all done for the thing, I just have thinking and writing to do.

And right now Reyna is upstairs crying. We had a less-than-fabulous evening, and now it is past bedtime.

Had a good talk with my lab people today (Jeff, the boss, and Mohan, the new student); we planned what we want to accomplish in the next 1-3 years.

Jeff's wife, Maki, has cancer. She is 35, and in excellent health, and has never smoked. She just started her second round of chemo, and is doing very well. She's very tough.