There is an apple slowly bruising on my desk.  Day by day I watch brown streaks darken and dullness bloom across its skin.

Mornings are hard, afternoons softer.

On my lunch break I walk down to the waterfront, feel the pink bloom in my cheeks, talk to my mom on the phone about the nature of relationships, about what we would do, and what we ( Read more... )

bagpipes, limousines, the ides of march.

across the street: benash bar benash, benash delicatessen in red neon letters. it is snowing outside and slush piles up at the convergence of the street and the sidewalk. there are tenuous paths over wet graying mountains to cross to the other side ( Read more... )

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amen, there's a ring around the moon.

it has become a tradition, my christmas night on the beach, after dark, the cold sand against my back, the horizon circling around me. tonight clouds filled the sky, threatened rain. tonight i did not walk, did not gather sand dollars, tonight i laid on my back, watched the clouds shift above me while the tide came in. tonight the hood of my new ( Read more... )

it is morning, but barely. the light outside is still cool and grey against the warm yellow halo from my bedroom lamp. today is my last day of work before christmas, before the new year. upon my return things will all be different, a new office, a new job, no more volunteers, no more resource center, but more art and more artmaking, and teaching ( Read more... )

weird things are happening. i was offered a great promotion, and then the offer rescinded (for now). i am making art all the time--tiny people and their tiny skylines--the press, ink ground into my palms, razor blades, paper, pva glue and my stencil brush: the best relationship i've ever had. these days the sky is consistently beautiful, and my ( Read more... )

day six. (am i counting right ( Read more... )

i was looking at a friend's friends page and realized that i wasn't on it, or my friends only entries were entirely missing.

curious, i looked around. from here it looks as though on all of your pages, my entries are missing. is my computer being funny, or am i really missing?

i have gone to the ocean.
i am not coming back until things are better.
please send love and chocolate.
xoxo