Month: June 2011
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Creative Clutter
I took my car in this morning. Driving around in 90 degree weather with the heater on to dissipate heat from the engine burns my tootsies. And yesterday, while the gauge was climbingclimbingclimbing rising like a volcano I had a vision the floor would catch on fire and I’d be fucked. Not to mention my…
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Revisions
I’m going to tackle some revisions. I can’t go forward if I don’t go back, I’ve decided, and back into poems that I love to make them better, stronger, piercing (I hope). I’ve tried to apply suggestions to the new drafts and I feel distrusting of myself (which is bad bad for a poet) it’s…
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It's only Tuesday
My blue dress and black tights and poet boots and green and white stripey cardigan isn’t as twirly today. My dress sticks to my tights when I walk. wadded up like toilet paper when you wad toilet paper. It inches higher and higher on my thighs. I walk like a little girl tugging a wedgie.…
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Virginia Woolf may be on to something
For lunch today I sliced a ripe tomato, fresh mozzarella, plucked green basil. Drizzled sea salt and boysenberry balsamic vinegar on top and ate ate ate. I ate with a fork and my fingers. I ate fresh, sweet, filling food and it helps the soul a little. So does chocolate goodness, but I have to…
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In and out
I started to write about a dream last night. Setting two tables. One table with the chairs all facing the wrong way. But I’ve suddenly lost the energy and deleted everything and mostly I wanted to write about/remember the part where we ate in a Mexican restaurant, supposedly a famous restaurant, authentic in a nameless…