Monthly Archives: December 2011
Yesterday morning against the bite, a woman waited on a concrete stoop, cigarette viced in one hand and a styrofoam cup in the other. Her body, covered in red-knit, weaved back and forth to her own music. or high. or … Continue reading
I miss the roundness of Liam’s face. His new blue eyes, squid tongue rolling in and out of his lips, the light white grass on his head waiting for miracle grow. And I miss Yohanes’ sick fro, beautiful brown skin … Continue reading
Have a wonderful holiday, not-holiday, sit on your ass, tip over your tree, drink lots of beer, read lots of poetry, tickle baby feet, howl at the moon (is there a moon?), eat your own cookies sort of weekend. I … Continue reading
Come Inspiration, sweet as two beautiful hookers in a dream. Don’t go girls– even if you don’t know a thing about poetry, at least help me decide what to wear.
The postcards on the wedding tables are over 100 years old, collected from Pat’s great grandma in her youth. Love cards, quick notes – what we have modernized as text messages and emails. But sending and receiving took patience. Patience … Continue reading
I realize I left pretty abruptly, but well now I’m back WITH PICTURES!