Category: wandering mind

  • Happy Wed.nes.day Hair

    This is what happens when you wake up from choppy dreams. Sky diver’s syndrome. The windows rolled down in a black Dodge Charger hitting 100 mph on a dirt road. Finger in a socket, actually the whole hand. Evil Dead – the remake – starring the girl from Suburgatory; I’ll never see her the same…

  • Surgery (Audio)

    I’m hoping to maybe make some video poems in the future, but for now here’s some audio of a newly hatched poem I posted yesterday. Surgery

  • Sing-along

    I recorded this in 2008 – how old was I 24? I wrote a lot of music when I was living in Texas. My life existed at night. I would wake up at noon and go to sleep at 4am just in time for the birds to help me to sleep. This was a very…

  • Andrea Gibson

    A wonderful interview with Poet/Activist Andrea Gibson on AutoStraddle You MUST listen to the poem she reads at the end called “Class” When asked why she writes poems she said, “I write because it is while I’m writing that I feel most connected to why we’re here. I write because silence is a heavy weight…

  • Claire is here! Claire is here! Claire is here!

    On Sunday, I am meeting dear Claire. Her blog is here if you don’t know her from blogland. But most of the people who read here do, I think. Anyway, she’s a wonderful painter, writer, woman. She’s had a conference in Phoenix and is finally done with her presentation and it seems horrible that I…

  • Comatose

    I can tell I’m not tapped in. I can tell I’m only skimming the surface. My brain has all the gear: the wet suit, the tank, the flippers, but it knows right now if it dove in it would most likely drown. So it’s grabbing a Sol with lime and basking in the sunshine and…

  • "Mad Girls"

    “But she did learn a key New York lesson: that if you push as hard as you can, you will, for better or worse, learn things about yourself you would never have otherwise known.” Great article about a new book on Sylvia Plath from Slate

  • Walkabout

    Pat and I were at the pool Saturday. I took a banana, some strawberries, Marie Claire magazine with Keira Knightly on the cover; slathered myself up in the sun. When you’re rich and make your own schedule, you can disappear in Europe for months at a time. That’s what I learned about Keira Knightly –…

  • Focus

    The sky is from my last airplane ride. The buildings, this morning. This city can be eerily quiet at times. But the sun always reflects in waves over the brick. Quiet and gilded. And my rides home when it’s late enough to be dark. Tired. Music keeps the crazies away. Keeps them quiet in my…

  • Tuesday. Good Morning

    A stranger sighs warm parchment on the back of my neck. A woman, bald with cancer, sips vodka through a big gulp’s blue straw. The man next to her tries everything within his power to zap his body from the conversation – he even gets off a few stops early. “Where are you going?” she…