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why P. hasn't appeared
The danger in admitting to yourself how good you have it is, of course, that at that moment the fear will creep in - insidiously - that you will some day lose it, as you've gained and lost everything else. I've been trying hard not to write about my current relationship. Memorializing relationships with poetry and journal entries has historically ( Read more... ) -
greeting card 2
I feel ashamed to admit
sometimes I see no point at all.
Our lives may in fact be
profoundly pointless, sad,
small, indistinguishable
from any other, mine especially. -
feeding
we eat our own bread
but stir someone else's soup -
hearts in our mouths
and ears to the door. -
My apartment is a lonely spaceship.
I've been burning myself lately. Once with coffee and twice with the iron. My right hand, in the soft flesh between thumb and index finger. My right elbow and a pink hickey of a burn just below my belly-button ( Read more... ) -
I have.
Have you read your horoscope this week in the Creative Loafing? -
Scarabaeinae
"Aristophanes alluded to Aesop's fable several times in his plays. In Peace, the hero rides up to Olympus to free the goddess from her prison. His steed is an enormous dung beetle which has been fed so much dung that it has grown to monstrous size." - Wikipedia ( Read more... ) -
grown up before your eyes a city
a black and white photo of Ponce takes its place ( Read more... ) -
public and private
the doors were open. were dusty. you had already squeaked your way back through the mud with the others. with your instruments. lamp-light from the street outside. a lone chair. a cello.
I closed my eyes.
whatever you heard,
you heard from the proper distance (perhaps walking away)
and it was me
as I am. not everything else -
sorry
or maybe the last time you saw that friend was on a tuesday.
today is wednesday and I have sparkles on my hands from playing with the children. clay too. we made coil bowls. one for the office.
you and you and you. wouldn't play well together. in a room. my head.
but good news. i've met a few brave ones lately. sorry, they were all women. -
and these,
though they were not mine,
became Mt. Tam and every
other lost landscape.