Monthly Archives: March 2011
2-7 inches
…of snow forecasted for the next 2 days. What level of hell is this? Bill Murray was in Groundhog’s day for: Precisely, 8 years, 8 months, and 16 days. 6 months+ doesn’t seem so bad anymore.
50 more years to retirement
the bathroom smells like cheap perfume – dear intern, please get better perfume. The walls are an insane asylum gray or white? Or gray? Or white? Or yellow from the florescent lights? Or jaundiced like a sick woman’s skin? No one … Continue reading
Green dreams
I had a beautiful dream last night. A soft blue-green field. Hills and hills and waves and waves of seaweed grasses of light and breezes strumming through. Miles and miles, there was nothing else but this blue grass water. The … Continue reading
u complete me
We can’t sit at a table alone anymore. We have to be waiting – for someone, something to show. We can’t stare at the flowers and wonder if they’re real. We can’t study the inside structure of fruit. We can’t … Continue reading
Cat's do it
I’m so bored I’m chewing on wires. *TZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ*
set adrift
There’s a new sign in public square that says “public bathing strictly prohibited” – I noticed it for the first time today, but it’s not warm enough for anyone to be publicly bathing and it’s not warm enough for the wimpy … Continue reading
Cradling birds
My eggs hatched. Last night in the middle of a dream. They were cold and I cradled them, blew on them until they were warm. There were 4 white orbs and everything behind my hands was dark. One by one, … Continue reading
Reading of 'Two Bodies'
Someday I will actually have to do this and it scares the crap out of me, so this is me sticking a pinkie toe in the pool and then running back to my towel while the lifeguard yells at me … Continue reading
Midday bath
Inside it’s quiet and warm. Outside the light is hard, harsh, bright and cold. I took this photo on a day where the wind was slamming down people’s door, ripping off their screens. And I went outside and stood in … Continue reading
Mish-mash
Maybe it’s exhaustion. Tula playing with bells at 3am. Sleeping with my shirt off in cold weather. The odd sensation that I’m bleeding. But my bones feel heavy today. Even as I watched the fog lift. Outside it’s an opal … Continue reading
