Monthly Archives: November 2010
Grandma Poet
My boyfriend brought me home coffee from Seattle. Colombia El Jordan from Stumptown Coffee. A little brown bag with a tongue card you can pull in and out of its skin. You have to drink the WHOLE cup he said … Continue reading
"Pay attention to unbalanced moments and honor the balance that is in them," Grandpa Van
“Go literally and figuratively to that huge boulder field, that mouth in the forest … stand literally and figuratively and lift your arms and your heart to the sky and know your infinite balance.”
You go your way, I'll go mine
My friend and her family and I were talking about Keats last night. Dead at 24 how could one man have so much work and be so young? I could tell you I have hundreds of poems around, in the … Continue reading
Here Here Here
Intrigued by the people most who give me no attention. See. See how great I am. You didn’t even know. Like it’s a conquest to feed them all my sweetest fish. See I have all these toys. You won’t regret … Continue reading
Spin and Spin
I’m watching Billy Elliot and drinking winter beers and thinking about a city by the water a city someday I may come to. They say in the movie when he’s learning to spin to stare at a spot and you … Continue reading
Big-girl shoes
I picked up the guitar this morning for what’s seemed like a year. years keep popping up today. I tuned it poorly to itself because it is a solo instrument in my house and has only to answer to itself … Continue reading
Me day
Sylvia was hiding under the couch. I’ve been looking for her. More like wondering where she’s been. I wasn’t surprised. But now I mean to finish the few poems of Ariel she has left to present me. I woke up … Continue reading
Bay Dreams
Standing there on a street that dropped off into the bay, I don’t know what bay it was and I don’t care, but the bridges laid a soft smoking vertebrae in the distance. Something strong and transparent at the same … Continue reading
hIgh
I had the best writing high this morning. Even before I sat down I could feel the beautiful energy. You may only be writing drafts, there are still things unfinished, lines that need to be rewoven, but somewhere within the … Continue reading
Lightest rain
It just started snowing out of no where. I glanced out the window to see powder, the softest, lightest kind of rain. It looks like Christmas instead.
