Among other things last night I dreamed of a kayak adventure. Lonely, but not solitary, across a glassy plain of water, with only mountains to break the still. It might have been cold or only seemed so from the colors, ice white and crystal cliffs. I knew nothing about the water except that it was deep, and on the surface still, but full of under- ( Read more... )

My grandmother has had a small stroke. Last week my uncle found her sitting in the living room in only her underwear. Not aware of the fact. A week earlier she'd lost the last set of her keys, finally, five of five, and a different uncle told her she wasn't allowed to live at home alone anymore. So after dinner several days ago, when she was trying ( Read more... )

The world seems at times a gorgeous timid sphere spinning only for knowing how to spin. When I am listening to this music it's as if nothing else should make sense. When I look into your eyes the softness is remarkable. I exist only to eat and sleep and touch your stomach. Make my own monumental dreams where the ending is the opposite of touching a ( Read more... )

Today it was brutally windy. So of course I wanted to bike to the Art Museum, straight into the gale, constant standing-up heavy force necessary. Mike was obliging so we piled it on and off we went. Despite being about 19 F with the windchill, I was sweating when we got there. The wind was evil and wanted me homeside. I only wanted to leave. I felt ( Read more... )

Last night I dreamed I was in a younger version of myself with a younger version of my sister. We were both smaller. Our bedroom, colored the same soft dusky blue and flat white as I have always remembered it in my sleep. We were agreeing to maintain our clutter with in-baskets for our desks. Placing foreign objects with the other as they appeared ( Read more... )

I'm baking cookies, doing homework, and listening to Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. It's cold outside but warm in my house. I put red and white lights on the banister, in the front window. Cranberry wreath on the door, baby Italian pine in the living room. Glittery snowflakes on the walls ( Read more... )

Cafe Sud is gone. I just found out and I am sadder than shit. I never even got to try the tagine. Post vegetarian regret ( Read more... )

I think I'm waiting for something important. I'm glad I don't know what. Too much of life is anticipated at this point.

Recurring dreams-I'm alone in a huge sprawling multi-floored house smack dab in the worst ghetto ever. It was once beautiful but now it's crumbling. All the doors and windows are broken. I have no defenses. My roommates, whoever they are, are absent. But their things are everywhere; I'm tripping over stuff, I'm finding old food and getting sick. ( Read more... )

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