Month: 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 to me. You have to. This little bag of coffee cost $13.75 and I tend…

  • "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 electronic bed in which they lay, but would be mortified if all except for about…

  • 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 that you know me. I give you my best to make you stay. I give…

  • 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 spin and you spin and you spin and you come back to that spot. It’s…

  • 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 and me and my fingers that have no calluses on them and my cat who…

  • 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 a half and hour ago and am already tired. The radiators are power washing the…

  • 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 time. I stood there and said “This is it. I’m living here. I’m coming back…

  • 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 dew outside, the morning seemingly lasting forever, the sweet bitter coffee, the quiet, the calm,…

  • 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.