Wednesday, August 29, 2012



This is only here so I can use it as an avatar

I don't use this blog anymore, blergh

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

You.

This is it,
the poem you've been waiting for.

Yes,
this is the one about you.

Dear friend
who wonders if I secretly dislike you
who hopes I may like you more
who is afraid to not be aligned
with me
Dear Lover
who wonders of my motives
who will tie himself to all of this
with vows and a ring
and perhaps regret everything
everything
Blood relatives
who only read to see if I have mentioned
fights at gatherings
Ex-lover
who thinks we went wrong
Ex-lover
who resents me
Ex-lover
who barely existed

This one, this one, this one
is for you.

This is the one
you can take between the lines
and mull over
sweat over
and analyze.

Peripheral acquaintance,
this is for you,
I value you highly
and we should spend more time
it's true.

Co-worker
oh the things you don't know
how I am tied to our world
how much we have in common
how we differ
how we love.

Bartender, barista,
this one's for you
Waiter and banker
and your extended family too.

Above all, though
and here's the rub
this one's not for me
and none of it was.

Thursday, February 10, 2011

2/9/11 : 4:08 P.M.

There is a television in the cafe
where I wait for my dinner
and there he is, at a podium.

"Says he's not stepping down,"
the lady at the register comments
as she follows my eye line.

"Yeah," I say. "He's clearly an idiot."

"He wants to get shot," she says,
"They'll shoot him."

"Or destroy the country."
I am watching the tidal wave
of bodies
in Tahrir Square
unfurl as the news hits them,
this real part of the story,
just above the CNN banners
which read:

"MUBARAK WILL NOT STEP DOWN"
and,
smaller,
"Jennifer Hudson to Oprah:
I lost 80 pounds!"

Anderson Cooper takes off his glasses;
he might as well be mopping his brow.

Sinking, something in me.

"Ma'am?" says the
lady at the register.

"Yeah. Yeah. Um.
Can I have a Bavarian Pretzel sandwich, please?"

Friday, January 14, 2011

Look under "Performance Art..."


And there I am! Come out and snap your fingers and toes.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

To Virginia

This is an old one (originally written 2006), but I'm re-posting inspired by the "Write A Letter to an Author You Admire" on She Writes.



To Virginia

I have so much more
at my disposal
than previous embattled
women
and for that I thank them,
profoundly.

I will not take to my bed
and be given the rest cure;
I will not be accused
of hysterics.

I have this privilege
because of words sweat
clean through bedclothes,
candles burnt to nubs,
and journals hidden
beneath mattresses.

There is no secret
you could tell me
that would ever
make me shrink away.

Tonight I will not
put rocks into the pockets
of my dress
and walk into the river
and I am grateful.

I am grateful.

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Not so much Resolutions, but 2011 Suggestions


photo courtesy of *Sally M* on Flickr Creative Commons


  • Fold a thousand paper cranes. (Instructions)
  • Fiction. Fiction. Fiction. Fiction.
  • Refer back often to this: A Prayer for A New Year.
  • And this: damn right.
  • Create, don't just ingest.
  • Make beautiful lists; draw satisfying lines through tasks accomplished.
  • No skimming. Concentrate.
  • Sleight of hand tricks initiate conversations.
  • Stand on top of (sturdy) things to change your view.
  • Sit up straight, young lady (or man).
  • Limit "reality" TV consumption. You may still watch Celebrity Rehab With Dr. Drew. And Top Chef. And if that exorcism reality show rumor is true, you can watch that.
  • Endeavor to do things in a logical order.
  • Repeat, "I am a sponge."
  • Repeat, "I am a lasso."
  • Allow your brain time to process while not looking at a screen of any type.
  • Don't take on too much.
  • Don't take on too little.
  • Be understanding: to yourself, to others, to your past, to animals, to celebrities, to antagonists, protagonists, narrators, to the very ground you walk on.