Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Friday, December 25, 2009
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Go and see Avatar. It is miraculous.
Friday, December 18, 2009
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Light little crystals. Not snow.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Wednesday, December 09, 2009
Tuesday, December 08, 2009
Sunday, December 06, 2009
Saturday, December 05, 2009
Wednesday, December 02, 2009
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Monday, November 16, 2009
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Saturday, November 14, 2009
The calico is here. Upstairs. She's skinny but eating and she greets me when I open the door to the studio where she has a heating pad bed, water, a litter box and meals. My cats go up there and stare at her.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Monday, November 09, 2009
Friday, November 06, 2009
I woke up last night because hail was blamming the skylight over my bed and it was effing loud. Then lightening and thunder. I wondered if the skylight would 'fail' and I'd drown in falling glass, plaster and rain.
Wednesday, November 04, 2009
Tuesday, November 03, 2009
Continuing kitty saga: it cost a lotta money at the vet today with calico kitty. And she bit the vet tech when they were drawing blood so she stays for observation for 10 days. She only weighed 5#. Hugo has her beat by about 10#. If she doesn't have bad kidneys or a thyroid condition or kitty HIV, well then. We'll start looking for a home for her.
Monday, November 02, 2009
Sunday, November 01, 2009
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Found
Friday, October 30, 2009
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Monday, October 19, 2009
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Monday, October 12, 2009
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Tuesday, October 06, 2009
Monday, October 05, 2009
Sunday, October 04, 2009
Saturday, October 03, 2009
Thursday, October 01, 2009
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
Sunday, September 27, 2009
And my USDA canning and perserving book has everything. I mean everything. If I wanted, I could can a side of beef. Or I could use tin cans for my meat. There is a scary picture of a lady in a apron standing next to a tin can machine. I think I'll stick with jelly. Being vegan and all.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Monday, September 21, 2009
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Friday, September 18, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
My Spiritual Life
Monday, September 14, 2009
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Tuesday, September 08, 2009
folding star
swill through murrhine landscapes
activate a relentless mourn
we asked at the counter for the firefight edition
they were secretive about their plateau
levees released their little tongues
it was lambing season
we gathered all remaining wit
shears rock salt nitrazine thimbles
let rise three times before embarking
hemlock freed us
it says here in the directions
part the sky (part the sea)
one for you and the rest for me
we canvassed hollow wards for heretics
walk in the road at night
slide along the boardwalk
fish wither in the sod
nature gutters a split gauntlet
warble against a feverish brine
just under the skin is the loose wire
adjust your capsule before the prayer dinner
a drowned generation will pierce
all bodies flourish in the lake
we rescued the dogs
Monday, September 07, 2009
Sunday, September 06, 2009
Up all night and home by 4 this afternoon with a mom in labor. It began to rain and I could hear the city swallowing in big gulps. Sometimes it was a downpour and sometimes it was light and sometimes it stopped. I went out without a raincoat just to feel it, blessed rain. The baby brought the rain and they named her Esme.
Saturday, September 05, 2009
Friday, September 04, 2009
Thursday, September 03, 2009
PS. I got a new haircut today and only two people noticed. Most were blinded by my new shoes, courtesy of Good Will. Not that I'm materialistic. Really. I'm practically holy. *ahem*
Tuesday, September 01, 2009
Monday, August 31, 2009
Friday, August 28, 2009
Now off to get that Pulitzer!
In other news, I have two bags of poetry books in the back of my car. I tried to give them away recently and no one wanted most of them. They are the kind of books friends give you because they know you write poetry and so therefore you would like a book titled 'One Hundred Greatest Love Poems" or some such.
Maybe the used bookstore down the street wants them. Or maybe I'll leave them at bus stop benches. I'm sure there are folks who need a poetry boost when waiting for the bus with their latte.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Melancholy, in spite of the tomatoes which have exploded all over the garden. Little yellow ones that taste like candy and were seeded from last year's garden. Lots 'o green and little tomatoes but candified.
A crow and drops of rain hanging from the telephone wires outside my window. After I moved upstairs, I face the street now and can behave like a properly nutty cat-woman watching garbage cans rolling in the wind and neighbors moving about, yelling into cell phones and going off to work.
Off to the dentist this AM. My dentist owns a hobby farm on an island, raises sheep and sheep dogs and chickens. I buy eggs from my dentist, cruelty free eggs. Twice a year. And I get a new toothbrush. We always gossip and make my appointment run over. She knows more about me than my therapist. Perhaps if my therapist were a dentist...
I think I will take out the ancient lilac. It keeps shedding parts of itself. I'll plant a new young tree in it's place. We chopped the rose bush right down yesterday. Eden says it will recover. I hope so. It's ancient. And makes bright yellow roses. And it has wicked thorns, wicked and huge.
I forgot to scatter Yogi's ashes when Eden was here. He's still on the piano.
I just found out that my tax guy is actually a professional trumpeter. Now I trust him. He's an artist. I have no logical reason to trust him but I do. Because he played with Ray Charles.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Today I am showing my mother-in-law apartment. How do you let a stranger into your house and live there? So far I've only had friends or acquaintances (except for one lady who decorated like it was a hotel room and she never lived there). Oh, and the house sitter locked herself out so she broke a window into the MIL (cuz she was naked and freezing) and before she could get the window repaired, one of the cats got in and peed on the bed. That renter was a wee bit angry. Oops.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Monday, August 17, 2009
the unfortunate bedtime story
proprioception all topsy-turvy
she licked blood from my ankle
how can you ask me to tell the truth
little blue lumps like monuments
everyday strangle
I only wanted peace
someone to mist the hedges
when they threw the horse hair sofas on the garage
I was sure I had seen a calamity
supernatural
her hands shaped like missiles
after the Air Force jimmied the lock
I took cover in the afterthought
my hair captivates this month
my shoes sparkle in glory
rest a while against the yellow carcass
peel me another Slim Jim
grease coats my palm wine
a rainbow was found the bassinet
it must be a fucking miracle
strangers think they know me
all because of the ball peen hammer
it grew in the garden next to the cabbage
I over watered
I make the same mistakes every year
forgive everything I ever fed you
I was only pretending to like you
even the part about tucking you in
no wonder you have bad dreams
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Monday, August 03, 2009
Then there is Doe Bay, a hippie resort with outside hot tubs and a huge sauna. We can sneak in at night and sit in the steamy water and look over the water and the trees and all those Northwesty things. Maybe we'll look for some herons, in honor of R.
I have several Leo's in my life and they are all excellent. Extremely important. If I could role them all into one person, they could rule the world. or at least Seattle and Portland. Or maybe they could just rule Powell's, the best bookstore anywhere on earth. Their poetry section is respectably huge. And it's not in the darkest dustiest (sp?) most far away back corner with only 2 books, one of them the "world's greatest poetry from the 14th century to the present day" with the 3 requisite women: Elizabeth Bishop, Emily Dickinson, and Muriel Rukeyser and 85 men. The other book is a Robert Frost collection.
Not that I'm bitter.