Month: November 2010
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Happy Thanksgiving, Blogland!
On the menu for my cooking duties today are: Chocolate Bread Pudding and Beet Salad with goat cheese. Not of course eaten together, but I suppose they end up in the same place after all. To the kitchen!
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I wasn't creating and driving, Officer. I swear
Clothes pins cling to the line reminding me the birds have gone. Red berries drip like poison against the sky. A black man in a white suit repaints a building white, covering the bricks, the chips. Leaves play tag around my wheels. The shadow of a flag blends into me until I’m gone. So many…
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Dry
My skin is getting drier. I look up to the ceiling and feel it cracking. mud spots in the desert. baked. a straw to the air sucking what little moisture is left. I remember being in Texas. How dry the days were there. I needed my cat to lick my skin. She spritzed me, the…
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NEW SITE!
I’m really excited to announce my website will be live shortly. I’ve been working on the design for a couple months now and it’s finally almost here! It’s going to have all my designs, photos, poems on there in one place. I’m moving my blog over there, so I’ll keep readers posted. Stayed tuned –…
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We're all the same animal
Car horns and yelling at cars the old man driving you don’t see until your finger’s phallic at his window only then do you apologize until you do it again and then apologize Anger kept in glass jars on the console, in alien handwriting (no eno nac dear). Anger at people who eat your…
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Sneaky moon
The moon has been following me. Last night she popped up in a place I had never seen her before. Cloaked. Her back turned. She had red stripes with wild fur. She was overripe and full rising out of a stew of black clouds. This morning she had changed completely, turned back around to the…
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School Bus
Last night I dreamt I was driving a bus full of prisoners. Where I’m not entirely sure, we had no clear direction. It was a school bus and I was the new driver. I was going the wrong direction at some point and had to find a big open circle to turn around in. 3…
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Dreams
I had dreams of old homes last night. First I was home in Davis, Calif. The home I grew up in. It felt so natural to be back there. My mom was there and my friend’s 17 year old daughter. My friend had called me to tell me she finished her book and she was…
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What gives?
Last night I was lying on the floor, stretching and looking at the ceiling, thinking “what is my life supposed to be?” I dream often of traveling and seeing the world and making friends all over the globe, of owning a house in Holland or Spain or Fiji or wherever and living by the water…
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Turn off my ears
Sometimes I hate working at a newspaper. The police scanner in the background constantly scratching to remind you the world can be a horrible, scary, sad, dark place. There was a homicide today and the place is buzzing about it. The other week I heard over the scanner a young girl, they always describe them,…