dispatches into the void

another sign of a good day

2012-01-28T14:21:00.001-05:00

there is a mortar and pestle in the small pile
of dirty dishes next to my sink

even if I didn't get most of it done, I did take a good note

2012-01-15T09:34:00.002-05:00

I retconned him into this world
and I can retcon him out.

evidence of a good day

2011-12-25T11:53:00.000-05:00

several recent dreams

2011-12-17T07:01:00.001-05:00

I was a part of a family who, for reasons that were not clear, packed up a couple of pieces of clothing each, a couple of practical things (involving cooking) and one particularly beautiful side table. We did this all in secret - planned to set fire to the house and slip away.

Replacing the cuffs on my favorite sweatshirt. It started off by watching my hands using my seam ripper to remove the frayed ones.

I was swimming in the air above a shark. It is much harder to tread air.

so

2011-12-11T09:04:00.001-05:00

I can't clean my kitchen (and it is trashed) because the first thing to do is empty the dishwasher and when I went to do that a few hours ago (I love to do it early in the morning) there was a dead mouse on the bottom of the dishwasher and to be honest, I am tired of being in charge of all the stuff (was hoping to have the most unpleasant thing today being to dismantle my bathroom sink drain) and I'm just not prepared to deal with a corpse (though I've done it enough that I am shaking the irrational terror that it will reanimate and somehow kill me).

Fantasy List of Thanksgiving Guests

2011-11-20T07:58:00.001-05:00

The Animal Edition

Olivia
Beverly
Abbie
Ed
Neil

2011-11-04T06:30:00.000-04:00

this morning unexpectedly

a pattern drawn on my bathroom counter

decided to reserve freaking out

about what might have done it

(not even going to consider

if it might mean something)
but those thoughts are going to catch up

with me sooner or later

bummer

2011-10-22T20:34:00.000-04:00

bed broke

dystopian dream

2011-10-21T06:10:00.003-04:00

half naked
lost on a dirty city street
picked clothes from a trash can
thought I'd found shelter -
brief respite before I started
to travel again but rats
killed the canine companion
and I could not sleep

the wind blows

2011-10-19T21:56:00.001-04:00

the flame flickers

ominous?

2011-10-18T05:05:00.000-04:00

rainbow in my rear view mirror

ah co-workers

2011-10-15T07:47:00.000-04:00

I think the banana is begging
to be baked into muffins

she leans close to it, begins to sing
the chiquita banana song and

we dance and laugh

no none knows

2011-10-14T06:22:00.002-04:00

I killed a possum
with my car
the other night

(and was far too exhausted to be very upset)

like the fog you ate for breakfast

2011-10-13T05:42:00.000-04:00

afternoons of
newspapers and
lazy sex will
fade away

when no one was looking

2011-10-12T20:47:00.000-04:00

she turned to glass
so thin that she
shattered at the
first careless syllable
spoken in her direction

2011-10-11T21:32:00.000-04:00

it is the season
autumn on rural highways
dodging woolly bears

unexpected gift at the end of my day

2011-10-10T20:06:00.002-04:00

another lesson

2011-10-09T21:17:00.000-04:00

No muffin cups
are better than
one muffin cup.

now I know how to name the other parking places at the grocery store

2011-10-08T07:32:00.002-04:00

quaternary
quinary
senary
septenary
octonary
nonary
denary

the service of poultry

2011-10-07T08:12:00.000-04:00

I swear I just heard
the man on the radio say
"retired World War II chicken."

my yak poem - where's yours?

2011-10-06T23:48:00.000-04:00

from a farmer in upper Nepal to his yak

mysterious beast

your wild cousins run

rapidly into extinction

while you plod these

difficult slopes and

I sleep on the skin

of your father

wise words from Marvalene

2011-10-05T12:46:00.001-04:00

Remove the lamp
if you anticipate
jubilation.

note from a city poet

2011-10-04T12:39:00.000-04:00

that old answer

2011-10-03T06:39:00.000-04:00

"The dance is always danced
above the hollow place,
above the terrible abyss."

-Ursula LeGuin

a partial Wednesday report

2011-10-02T07:55:00.000-04:00

on the back of an envelope

's not snot

2011-10-01T15:36:00.000-04:00

envelope from my boss

2011-09-24T05:27:00.000-04:00

"There is a certain bleakness in finding hope
where one expected certainty."

--Ursula LeGuin

How to Insure You Get Flayed

2011-09-11T08:56:00.000-04:00

Giveaway your vocabulary.

Accidentallymisplace the sharp truths.

Donot embrace the dignity of risk.

Skirtcreation, love.

KeepHorace as commandment: educate or please.

Donothing more.

.

stand there and take it no matter what

2011-08-04T04:45:00.000-04:00

cuzyou’re a Clevelander and that’s what you do

standin the face of the inevitable

takingit all in,

chucklingor guffawing

lookingit in the eye

tellingit the truth

(perhapsquietly or with a slightly raised voice;

andif it is really important, at the top of your lungs)

slappingit across the face

turningyour back

2011-02-26T09:27:00.004-05:00

You can hold back from the suffering of the world, you have free permission to do so and it is in accordance with your nature, but perhaps this very holding back is the one suffering that you could have avoided.

- Franz Kafka

OK, universe

2011-02-06T11:43:00.001-05:00

I surrender!

we are everywhere

2011-01-29T12:03:00.002-05:00

we are everywhere

we are women of an invisible age
a certain uncomfortable station

we appear for each other’s
desperate hours, reach out
a hand and our eyes

offer what we have
and what we don’t

WTF

2011-01-29T10:37:00.003-05:00

this morning TheGoogle
asked me if I was
over 40 and single

the assholes!

then the weather underground
did the same god-damned thing

quick bread afternoon

2011-01-27T06:54:00.000-05:00

Tom Petty and I made pumpkin loaf.
I handled the flour and the expressive eggs.
He handled the bad-ass singing and tried
to distract me by pouring too much milk
in the first batch and hiding the thawed
squash for the second. I was so flustered
by the time they went into the oven
that I left him alone in the house with the
baking loaves while I went to town.

first

2011-01-25T17:03:00.004-05:00

2011-01-24T10:37:00.001-05:00

"We love because it's the only true adventure."
- Nikki Giovanni

my dichotomy

2011-01-23T17:54:00.000-05:00

old dog brush

the hillbilly and the scot
conspire inside of me

endeavor to remind me
be happy with what I have
no need to be uppity

some sin this morning
was called to account

and I held the evidence
in my hands - yet another old broken
hair brush (this from my handbag)

now I am left with just the one
the one in my bathroom drawer
the one I use every day before I bathe

the one that hurts like hell
sends metal spikes into my scalp
tearing the knots of my growing

cabbage

2011-01-23T07:56:00.003-05:00

somehow makes me think
of a part of Cleveland that I could
always smell but never savor

PSAimportantPSAimportantPSA

2011-01-10T08:10:00.005-05:00

Below is a destructive method of behavior to pursue!

She that made this knows all the cost.

it is already broken

2011-01-05T16:44:00.001-05:00

Yikes!

2010-12-25T06:35:00.002-05:00

found a file
empty, titled

my fraternal space twin

overheard

2010-12-24T06:23:00.001-05:00

"...touch me and I'll tell you what I'm about."

on security (and groceries)

2010-12-22T09:44:00.003-05:00

comfort
is my own
to find

and
I’ll take it
too

gotta carry
it in alone
anyhow

unsettling note to self

2010-12-20T07:16:00.001-05:00

overheard yesterday

2010-12-17T07:32:00.003-05:00

and noted

not because it is thrifty

2010-12-15T09:15:00.002-05:00

If you live alone,
what's wrong with
a good onion sandwich
every once in a while?

dog theatre

2010-12-12T07:39:00.004-05:00

this morning I realized that one dog is a companion
and two dogs are an audience

did an interpretive song and dance
this morning for the canines

they sat quietly and watched attentively
perhaps the biscuits in my hands were a factor

rather disturbing

2010-12-11T06:48:00.001-05:00

my toothbrush tastes like
pickles this morning

Me?

2010-12-09T16:36:00.003-05:00

I appreciate a little pushback.
Gotta find that friction somewhere.

I suppose it makes sense

2010-12-07T10:30:00.005-05:00

I spent yesterday afternoon in an old slaughterhouse
it was pleasant, filled with books, companionship
the contemplative silence and laughter of discovery

it was noted that I am a very verbal book looker
(I didn't mention that I am a very verbal everything,
though I certainly did think it)

perhaps the tense drive home in the first beautiful
challenging snow of this season and up those
treacherous hills introduced the element of fear

no, it was the description I recently gave to friends
of some cells in the Apple Creek institution
(I’ve seen them, was there for combat training)

the ceilings and floors are slanted with slots
at the top and bottom of the enormous bars
enough to shove in food and a hose, no contact

and the book of photographs, Asylum,
that I keep renewing from the library with the
haunting humanity that fills those now-empty rooms

I had a nightmare - one that made me wake up and
walk it off - about that slaughterhouse in action
the stench and the blood covered walls throbbed

pulses of water from the hose swelled the horror
sent it swirling down drains, drowning
the maw that had been wrenched in the earth

what is my brain doing at night?!

2010-12-03T06:20:00.003-05:00

how to put the legs back on an octopus with your teeth

(found in the dream notebook in my bed)

ah, it is the lingam

2010-12-02T06:29:00.001-05:00

the dreams about being stabbed
by one peer and seduced by another
were so troubling that I unwittingly avoided
deep sleep several nights running
but really, what's the point in avoidance
the truth is still lurking somewhere

I got exhausted, uneasy
so revisited my hierarchy of need
the obvious, as elusive to me as ever,
presented itself eventually
it is so simple - I have misplaced safety

yet I know it is lurking somewhere
and I will seek it in the eye of the
elephant, in the cries of the eagle,
in the coils of the snake

no matter what else has happened, there are reasons to distrust machines

2010-11-30T20:59:00.004-05:00

the google thinks I don't deserve all of my email
(not sure which of the gods would be responsible)
I received a tentative inquiry about my lack of response
or I wouldn't have even known anything was amiss
(oh wait, I am getting an idea)
I am frustrated and angry that I won't know what else
is missing - what important information is gone
(is that a trunk I see from the corner of my eye?)

aw hell!

2010-11-29T05:53:00.008-05:00

My eyes already hurt.
I seem to have left my glasses on the river bank.
Today is the first day of gun season.
Wearing orange just isn't enough.

I am reminded of the last pair that I lost
a few years ago. On the banks of the Missouri.
It happened the day he took me to a special place,
knew I needed to run like a dog for a long time.
He patiently waited in the car, reading. Struck me
as funny later on, to be taken out for some exercise
and losing my sight while running so free. But,
you know, I needed a change of view then too.

nice couple of hours

2010-11-28T15:44:00.001-05:00

small comfort in the unknown

2010-11-28T07:58:00.003-05:00

sleep arrived fine last night
but departed shortly after midnight
and I could not coax it to return
to save my soul

after hours and hours of
a book and some movies
I did finally drift off
for a short time but

pain in my back roused me
and for several moments
before I opened my eyes
I could not tell where I was
couch or bed, city or country

another memorable morning

2010-11-27T15:08:00.005-05:00

or
I could smell skunk even before I opened my eyes

since yesterday morning I’ve been reconsidering a policy of mine
you know, the one where I tell someone when I dream about them
I have faithfully done this for years, even told my friend's
hat when I dreamt about it (someone was eating a salad from it)

in the past my dreams have often been more literal regarding
the cast – symbolism seemed exhausting, really
but things have changed of late, many many things

my dreams certainly have and now my sleep is filled
with intensely vivid scenarios; there for a few nights running
it was so frightening so terrifying that I had to work hard
to remind myself of the real world though that is no less distressing

but the very nature of my dreams has changed, metaphor has returned
with a vengeance and my brain has reminded me what an unusual
specimen it can be though people do seem to mention it occasionally

yesterday morning there was a peer, a poet in my dream
our conversation was all very friendly as he leaned forward to say
something hovering close to my face, our cheeks nearly brushing,
eye to eye until he sliced into my upper thigh with a pocket knife

he stepped back, glanced down, removed his scarf and bound
the wound while the whole time continuing to say those innocuous
things people say to each other in social situations, poetry readings

it was such a strange thing to dream, this peer would not behave so
and when I woke up and thought about telling him, it didn’t make
sense – no sense at all to think this man is a threat. my imagination
is grasping more than inanimate objects to point out the obvious

(a thing I need and deny) and this morning, I knew for sure that things
had changed; I’d taken a notebook to bed – the top of the page reads
“symbolism trumps,” “another trend” and “I decide to break my policy”

another dream, another peer, another poet arrived with a playful
flirtation that quickly turned into a joyful seduction as I was held in
some engulfing music, a gentle hand cupping my breast while
the most delightful desires were whispered into my ear

a pattern develops

2010-11-25T19:57:00.001-05:00

either I've been spending
a lot of time at my desk
or it has just happened to be
the place where I've started
to take off my shoes sometimes

Humanity?

2010-11-24T15:47:00.001-05:00

It is shaking and sweaty,
holding its face in its hands.
It sings to itself
and dances on rainy afternoons.
It is content and knows
without looking what is the deepest part.

why I hate rural living part 1

2010-11-16T09:21:00.003-05:00

or
the nights are getting long

it is that time of the year when I want to go to bed
early to read, wait for the world to stop moving,
stew in my own juices but the flies have come inside

or were born inside just now (I can’t remember
their life-span) but somehow they weren’t
here for the summer, I slept well then

the desperate erratic frantic buzzes in the shade
of my reading lamp begin to resonate with the
buzzing in my head, a disturbing distortion develops

and one night last week when I needed the silence
I found myself with a ferocious desire to stop
the relentless cacophony so leaping naked

I wielded my weapon, my bra – it was the thing
I had at hand when I realized they remained
before I crawled into the sheets opened my book

slipped away

impossible afternoons

2010-11-15T12:03:00.004-05:00

the skull in the rudbeckia took me by surprise
yesterday when I was lost in the smell
of the upturned dirt and the crushed bergamot
watching the slow moving worms
and listening for the growing roots of the bulbs
that I’d planted before leaving to bury you

there are times the invisible dogs are not enough

2010-11-14T20:54:00.003-05:00

today as I lay in the early morning sheets
I heard Edith, long dead dear Edith,
barking outside
it was her polite bark, one syllable with a particular statement
a mention that she’d appreciate the back door being open
just a moment, so she could be back inside
sit touching my foot

ill composed and incomplete but out of my head

2010-11-11T12:56:00.006-05:00

there are times
it is easier
to see through the haze
or wait for the fog to lift
but patience
is not one of my virtues

at the moment I was reading

2010-11-10T12:00:00.003-05:00

Phil Lesh said in my bathroom: "It was a classic example of an all too human tendency to misread situations negatively, respond in kind and then see the light after it's too late."

no more

2010-11-04T21:37:00.001-04:00

no more
mokita
for me

not a thrift store purchase

2010-10-15T19:07:00.000-04:00

but I sure enjoyed looking at it

2010-10-14T08:42:00.002-04:00

(not to mention the breath, the music)

company in the garden

2010-10-13T17:00:00.002-04:00

just a few moments

2010-10-10T10:35:00.003-04:00

I hear, clear as day
a flute playing in the valley

it changes my spine

I note the time
and move on

2010-10-08T07:11:00.001-04:00

"...what is not spoken can seem not to exist...."
- Isabel Allende

she writes

2010-10-07T07:30:00.004-04:00

hard to see an end
there will never be an end

go ahead and lean into it
- you have to eventually

2010-09-28T08:24:00.001-04:00

gray morning
rain weighs down
my thoughts

brass bracelet with key

2010-09-25T20:47:00.003-04:00

it hangs from her wrist
brushing out notes on the cabinets,
chairs, appliances. it hangs
against her skin
repeating the touches of cold fingertips
as she turns her hands this way and that
through the slow river of her day. she rises
to remember the song of
the man who polished her bones.

mother is alone now, waiting for the consolation,
balancing the accounts again and again.
she keeps a hope the deficit will be filled,
that the mysterious key will find a lock
warm enough to open the improbable door.
it is clear that when she passes such a device
the brass will warm, begin to dance
guide her surely without thought toward
some kind of rest.

no hard metal encircling my wrist,
no ring in my nose, on my toes
but as mother passes
her key begins to vibrate –
her wrist trembles, face falls.
she raises an arm slowly,
an arthritic finger making the exclamation
for her silent mouth. it points
at my middle, my cautious heart.
I feel my own lock begin to sing.

across the library

2010-09-24T17:38:00.002-04:00

voices of children
a flock
rising, plunging

I feel so dirty.

2010-09-24T07:57:00.001-04:00

I used the term 'team leader' in a cover letter.

cinquain for a fall morning

2010-09-23T08:00:00.001-04:00

pink fog
fills the valley
last of the crickets sing
tongues of the softened sun lap
it all

why I love rural living

2010-09-22T10:30:00.001-04:00

ran into a friend
at the gasoline store
she was on her way to town
the post office called
her chickens had arrived
the postmistress didn’t want them
hanging around too long

the morphic field or too much The L Word

2010-09-17T08:03:00.011-04:00

(or has it just been a while)

woke up with the words
"slick whoopee juice"
being signed in front of me
with subtitles

after dutifully recording this
I turned on NPR just in time
to hear someone say
"Oh please, I'm all wet. I can't think right when I'm all wet."

Well, I do know how to do a little plumbing.

2010-09-15T07:01:00.004-04:00

The ad for the job reads:
"Would prefer someone with breastfeeding experience."

"A pretty dramatic sunrise."

2010-09-14T07:26:00.003-04:00

Said the man on the radio just minutes after I took this photograph.

on a self performed hair cut while suffering sleep deprivation

2010-09-05T11:22:00.007-04:00

under such a blue
sky, won't know
for a few days
if
I have made
worse choices

oh no! what am I listening to?

2010-08-15T12:38:00.002-04:00

my music-management system
declares the song that is playing
as unclassifiable

Can't find the right book.

2010-08-13T20:38:00.011-04:00

For the umpteenth time I have finished reading something and am looking for the next one. There are so many books and so little time. This is an important decision. Even after a bit of a purge the pile on my bedside table remains large. I am having trouble settling. The pile contains:
'When I Stop Talking, You'll Know I'm Dead' by Jerry Weintraub
(This is from the library. I read a favorable review somewhere.)
'Ecology Of A Cracker Childhood' by Janisse Ray
(Also from the library and definitely here because of a favorable review from a blog found from a blog and if memory serves, the recommender is a proponent of slow-reading.)
'Musicophilia' by Oliver Sacks
(Music is medicine for me. I know this will be a delight and keep renewing it but haven't felt up to non-fiction.)
'Pleasures: Women Write Erotica' edited by Lonnie Barbach, Ph.D.
(Library. The pieces I’ve read have been rather disappointing so far.)
'The Collected Poems of Audre Lorde'
(I needed her strength. Library.)
'Another Roadside Attraction' by Tom Robbins
(Revisiting this book might be interesting.)
The Audubon Society's 'Field Guide to North American Insects & Spiders'
(There was an unusual spider crawling on my wall and bed the other night.)
Charles Dickens' 'Pickwick Papers'
(Been meaning to get around to this book.)
'Troubling A Star' by Madeleine L'Engle
(Found in the library’s sale books. Gotta love Madeleine.)
Marge Piercy's 'Fly Away Home'
(The first few pages were oh so good but moderately distressing.
I'm not sure now is the time for this.)
'Slow Hand: Women Writing Erotica' edited by Michele Slung
(For years a regular presence on my bedside table.)
Mark Sebastian Jordan's 'The Book of Jobs'
(A new book by a new friend.)
'The Comedians' by Graham Greene
(I loved 'Travels With My Aunt.')
'How I Became Hettie Jones' by Hettie Jones
(This arrived here because of a memoir kick that I was on a few months ago.)
Irvine Welsh's 'Filth'
(I loved 'Ecstasy.’ Know that I need to read more of him.)
There are also two dictionaries - Webster's New World (paperback so it can be easily tucked under the pillow) and Webster's Ninth New Collegiate (because sometimes paperback is not enough).

Aw, cut it out!

2010-08-13T10:57:00.002-04:00

Just what is it that damned machine is suggesting anyway?

A note that I did not send.

2010-08-09T07:38:00.004-04:00

Things here are fine. It is a beautiful summer, though definitely on the wane. It is again the time of year that the leaves on the soybean plants turn in patterns with the wind and the milky way is spectacularly visible. The weather broke long enough for me to bake all day on Saturday but it is getting hot again. One of the feral cats was hit by a vehicle the other day. You know, I never wake up thinking that I'll be digging a grave. She was in the very middle of the road up by the barn (near the top of the hill) and I could have been hit by a speeding milk truck while prying her body off the pavement and trying not to look at the eyeball that had popped out of her skull.

Good Day

2010-08-07T17:20:00.008-04:00

Dinner tonight from the farmer's market - left the chick peas cooking on the stove when I went. Great success! My small budget (firmly adhered to) provided a large head of cabbage (picked that morning by the man who used to be my doctor), three zucchini, four green peppers and beautiful shiny rocks. They were 20 for $1! I asked the girl with braces and freckles and summer skin if the sign was right. It just seemed too good to be true. Yes, the sign was right. There was mild confusion when she couldn't find a bag for me to put them in and I didn't have reliable pockets. GrandmaMrsdoctor found one for me and suggested that I carry the stones into the sun to see them best. Of course! No hurry but the chick peas. I took her advice and took my time. In between the bread duties today I played with the stones. Eventually I found a shiny little bowl for them and have put them within arm’s reach of the porch swing.

I have been fussing around my house all day and have finally put my feet up. Baking was my main focus. Though I got a couple of other little things done like charging the drill for the upcoming construction and finally unloading that big box of cat litter, I was in my kitchen most of the day. It got pretty complicated there in the early afternoon with three batches in various states, two of them in the oven and that music. I got caught up in a strange song and having it on repeat for godonlyknows how long might have been the reason that the second batch of apple wheat was left rising for too long and is a little off (still quite yummy and good enough for me). Just a few minutes ago the last batch came out of the oven. All told I baked six loaves of bread (four apple & wheat, two whole wheat & oat) and sixteen of the most beautiful kaiser rolls that I've ever seen. I’ve spent at least one hour this day kneading bread.

Now, I sit.

Wonder what tomorrow will bring.

2010-08-05T07:56:00.006-04:00

The cat, now 17, has started to act funny. She has outlasted a large number of other animals and perhaps is lonely. Most likely she is smug. The house and the person are finally hers and hers alone. Her latest odd behavior is to smell my lips between 5 and 5:30 in the morning. This I could live with as I learned to live with her brother nursing on my ear in the middle of the night – pull the bed covers over the ears – but she is a dangerous one. She bites. Never enough to draw blood but who can say what will happen. Besides, it hurts like the dickens. So for a large number of recent mornings, I have had my day abruptly begun by this behavior. Yesterday I fooled her though. Being well rested, I arose shortly before 5. I vacuumed, changed the sheets and tidied my kitchen instead of my usual habit of reading with an available lap and scritchy fingers. This morning she waited until 6, until my consciousness was stirring. Springing onto the bed, she bit my bottom before springing out again and scampering out of the room. Good one.

domestic haiku

2010-07-25T13:32:00.001-04:00

time to do laundry
only things left - a sports bra
or the bustier

was I visited by Mr. Funny in my sleep?

2010-04-20T08:05:00.010-04:00

The other day I woke up with the phrase

"Hors d'oeuvres: tweets from the chef!"

repeating in my mind in a
we're-all-happy-aren't-we-kids
I'm wearing suspenders and some sort of plaid
desperately cheerful rollercoastery
sort of voice. There might even have
been a little soft shoe involved.

It was quite confusing.

I miss you, chicken lady.

2010-04-19T08:03:00.001-04:00

I heated water on the stove instead

2010-04-07T19:00:00.001-04:00

OR why I murder bugs
please note: this device is not plugged in

Wednesday afternoon

2010-03-10T16:00:00.002-05:00

Kissing trees on the river bank.

Animal hole with cat and human footprints.

The skull has fallen out of the tree.

at the park

2010-03-08T15:20:00.003-05:00

unexpected and increasingly disturbing scene at the Goodwill

2010-02-27T09:56:00.002-05:00

note

2010-02-24T18:30:00.000-05:00

a straight jacket
is not
a hug machine

tidying up

2010-02-20T08:53:00.002-05:00

(notes from an essay on Lem's 'Solaris')

supple and satisfactory
literary cognition
history and methodology
development and implications
catastrophic alternatives
non-dogmatic, open, yet plausible
techno-sociological antifascist
well-aimed allegorical shafts
anthropocentric criteria
biopsychological puzzle
deepest life-affirming heresies
simple and difficult realization

self immolation or spontaneous combustion

2010-02-19T07:00:00.005-05:00

fear -
I invited it in
spent all day
baking bread with it
and finally
we settled into an uneasy truce

but rage -
I cannot admit
the dangerous breath on my neck
and the fire in my soul
stop me

outside my (dirty) livingroom window

2010-02-10T08:33:00.001-05:00

yes, it has been snowing

2010-02-10T07:47:00.001-05:00

I tell the cat, just before he dies, to look at Saturn.

2010-01-25T08:43:00.007-05:00

I have a fervent hope that as I am unfolding I will get to perceive our solar system before I am too diluted to care any more.