i can't say that i have all that many "heroes."  my grandmother, my best friends, farmers i've planted rows of anthuriums alongside, poets i've shared line breaks & metaphors with in the secret circle of a workshop space.  but there are a few literary heroes who rattle my breath, who command my respect like no other.

tonight i met one of them, ( Read more... )

Post seven random facts about yourself. Then tag five other people to do the same ( Read more... )

what more can i say than that we've seen some beautiful things together? that you've taught me the names of species of lizards that would have passed by, unnoticed. or rather, i would have tried to figure the shade of green between the eyes, the edge of turquoise that reminds me of the old tupperware containers my grandma keeps stacked like ( Read more... )

so...as some of you know, i am moving on out (to the west coast). Which isn't quite up or to the east side, but I think it still deserves some kind of celebration, if not a theme song ( Read more... )

dear lovelies ( Read more... )

Sharon's roommates are out of town. Lily is back from the West Coast.

They have a whole apartment full of empty space for you to dance, drink & merry it up for the New Year.

Otherwise known as: The Costume Party Costume Party*Yes, it's true--this is indeed a masquerade! Come as your favorite 90's grunge star, your most beloved dictator, your mom ( Read more... )

The Word by Tony Hoagland ( Read more... )

i remember the grass, mostly. the green swarm of blades that gave for miles, interrupted only by blocks of corn fields & the skyscraper of an old, rust barn. lying on my back, head always in someones lap--supported by the bend of their knees, i never felt unsafe. don't get me wrong--there was longing & loneliness (& lusting, as always). usually ( Read more... )

i want back to my weekend. i want experiments in the kitchen that find three ladies laughing over a delicious pot of vegan mac & cheese. i want hours in coffee shops studying gre vocab words (invective, slapdash, loquacious), revising poems, talking over tea about the politics of mfa programs. i want lush ruby slipper baths full of red-orange ( Read more... )

so much to write but mostly i wish i could make time sit, stand, kneel still, even. i wish i could carve out a pocket of time--precise & round cornered like a disc of laser-cut glass. fit the weight of it in my palm, run fingers along the smoothed out edges, lick the surface, smell the scent of precision. i wish i could hold their teary ( Read more... )