My Own Private Ulysses: Bloom’s Mind

“Am I like that? See ourselves as others see us.”

– Ulysses, James Joyce

Today’s Hemingway Half-Dozen Prose Poem:

Bloom’s Mind:

Too Kind.

And Purblind.

My Own Private Ulysses: In the Fickle Mind of Leopold Bloom

In the Fickle Mind of Leopold Bloom

The first trickle of women out and about:

Frothy, chocolate tickle atop Guinness Stout.

Stay tuned for more morning Ezraku.

Same tasty time, same cascading channel.

My Own Private Ulysses: Gloomsday Cannot Stay

Gloomsday:

The aphelion of Bloomsday. Coined by Senan Molony.  

Gloomsday Cannot Stay

Days give way to decay,

And December’s Gloomsday

Is a frosty midnight moon,

Far from bright mid-June.

Then fall falls, and spring does spring

From winter’s old, cold cling.

So the calendar churns,

And time’s candle burns.

But Gloomsday cannot stay,

Every day is Bloomsday.