Category: wandering mind
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All the wet metal
This morning, I woke up to mist and gorged condensation on my sliding door, the key hole outside, Pat’s sweater I’ve left drying for a few days that I’ll have to leave drying for a few more now. I must have slept through one massive storm, the way water sprayed itself onto my balcony. The…
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Things I'm learning about Arizona
1. Apparently when the light rail doors have closed and it’s still at the station and you’re late for work, all you have to do is push the yellow button instead of frantically waiving at the driver to let you in. 2. If you’re on the sidewalk and walk close enough to automatic doors, they…
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Like riding a bicycle
This morning I set my alarm early and actually woke up to the chiming. The morning before I slept in about an hour and a half past it without any knowledge it had even gone off. I made an unfortunate cup of bad coffee and surrounded myself with poetry books, my journal, my manuscript of…
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This is the view
from my pool. You can see the planes flying by. Some high and traveling farther west. Some low and landing. I missed my first Haboob. That’s what they call dust storms here that come from the mountains like a giant starving mouth. I guess it happened farther east than I am. I’ll see one eventually,…
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Filing
Friday night I went here a little independent movie theater/bar for a “meet and greet” sort of thing with the design studio. But it was more of a meet and see how many people are in the studio from Ohio (there’s a billion oddly) drink and talk about picas and if our jobs will even…
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It all started with a picture of a house
Well, I have a couch. Pat’s sister and I reassembled it last night and even in the air conditioning I was sweatin’ the sin outta me. Is this like a chemical imbalance sort of thing or has it just been 115 degrees for the past 4 days? I’m broke. I’m tired. I saw my love…
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Who needs oven racks when you have the sidewalk?
This morning driving into work, the palm trees parted and downtown lay under a dusty heat blanket. 9 am and 100 degrees. These next few days are sure to be something I’ve never felt before. By Friday it will be 115. If I could just stop sweating, thin out the Northeastern blood I’ve built, I…
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Road thoughts
I found a bunch of thoughts I jotted down in the notes section of my phone. My mind writes best on the road, which is hard for my hands, which makes me think about those voice activated computers that you can talk and they listen by typing everything you tell them. It would have been…
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What is the sky anyway/ but a reply to the earth – Elaine Equi
From the poem “Self Portrait as you” The full poem is here and if you have time to sit in a beautiful poem for a while, really roll around with all your clothes off and feel your skin, this is a good poem for that. I’m falling in love with Elaine’s work. She’s one of…
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Just waiting to unload
Pat finally left Wilkes-Barre. His dad flew out and they packed the U-Haul in 100 degree heat plus humidity. Yesterday was their first day on the road and 2 grown men with horrible direction, 60 mph in a 17 foot truck hauling a car, a drugged cat who hates the car (and anything out of…