January 2012
1 post
December 2009
2 posts
October 2009
5 posts
“If you don’t know where you are going, any road will get you there.”
– Lewis Carroll
Details at Teatime
The tea mug,
thrown, leaks rusty
copper and sage
green glaze.
All mapped up is
the rim; cracks twist
round the edge. The
fractured handle oozes
some birthday suit ceramic—
Chai trickles down
the body— a stream running
over a mossy mountainside.
Still the clingy leaves
linger, to chill on
steeped water—
Longing to
inhabit that crusty
mustache, sipping as it
dawdles over a...
Cross-legged seats on
shuffled feet carpet,
the girl silently sits behind
the boy, her brother—they wait
for pleasant, vibrant tunes.
Long lost reunion once again,
Yet it always feels the same.
Clouds of quiet excitement fill
the air.
Still they wait.
He fidgets foggy glasses,
thimbles of bandage cover blisters.
She finger combs his greasy locks and
rests on the rattail sliding down his...
July 2009
1 post
items in my car (a cleaning of sorts)
bubbles
phone book
artwork
spray paint
crafts from work
a broken wand (truly a branch)
cardboard indiana jones, beheaded.
SAND and DIRT left from a precarious snowman
balsamic vinegar
THIS CALLS FOR THE WET AND DRY VAC!
June 2009
9 posts
Currently:
Reading: ~Harry Potter 6 (yes! prepping for the movie)
~The Dream Weaver
~Into the Wild
Listening: ~Best Friends Forever
~Santogold
~Her Space Holiday
~Disco Biscuits
Watching: ~That 70’s Show (classic, went downhill when Donna turned blonde)
REALIZATION:
When my cat sneezes, I say “Bless You.” When I take note of this fact, I tack on “kitty” to the end of the sentence.
nice life.
Imagine that, in this car, we could float to the end of the universe. If the car was in a giant bubble, drifting into the sky, and we could live forever here. And the bubble acted like a hampster wheel—we could just drive around in circles, like a hampster running in its wheel, until we left the universe. The universe would be graspable, and sitting there before us, like a new realm to...
To Human Nature Through Live Roses (Dead Always...
american animal altogether
ghosts of grateful dead
mile upon mile of related daffodils
dead skunk in the middle of the road
halfway to france
no kidnapping
HUMAN NATURE;
tiptoe through the tulips,
livin’ in the sunlight,
christmas carols dead
live at soldier field
list of the outsiders…
tiny tim
tom dooley
the grass always greener
with the raucous mood of a frat...
DAEDELUS!! →
I saw him last weekend at Soundlab in Buffalo—-music to enjoy and appreciate.
“The birds will sing—that you are part of everything.”
– John Lennon, Dear Prudence
Interconnected Niches
An etching of a lemon
On an ice-cube that itches—
The water acidic—
And tingling the eye.
A sprinkling of salt
To the tattered tear gland.
Streams that toughen the face,
Like fresh roads to navigate.
A highway—the make-up of tiny veinies—
Branching like the tippy-tips of trees
Waving greetings to the thick gray sky.
(It harbors the onslaught)
Bursts of citrus.
...