Categories Poems The Sounds Geese Make While Escaping Ice Post author By Serotonin Post date November 14, 2013 10 Comments on The Sounds Geese Make While Escaping Ice The Autumn smells of burnt wood but only because of human beings. Tags haiku, humanity, poetry ← Locating Dislocation → My Amorphic Tongue 10 replies on “The Sounds Geese Make While Escaping Ice” Funny thing is, the title wasn’t taken from anything I wrote about geese. I just thought about what would go along with what I wrote about the end of fall, and that’s what came about. NICE TO SEE YOU LIKE GEESE TOO (LIKE ME)! Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented: I’M NOT THE ONLY GOOSE GANDERER!!!! Well, if you want to buy a copy, there’s links on my blog to Amazon, CreateSpace, and Smashwords. If you do decide to read, please let me know what you think. I’d love to know. Absolutely. Also, I’m interested in getting a copy of your book, Reborn City. I read the interview you gave and posted and I think I’d be really into it. That would be something to see. We’d make a documentary out of it and put it on YouTube. It would be awesome. We need to have a workshop where I teach you all about poetry and you teach me all about horror. Hmmm….I guess the grin has a cat after all. Come on Rami, think about it, the content is far from different. It’s in the same setting, but using another sense. I never seen a poem whose content is so different from its title. What next, a grin without a cat? Share Your Thoughts Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (Address never made public) Name Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.