it's like i know in my head--my rational, thought-producing brain--that what i did was/is not wrong. that i was merely ( Read more... )

this weekend i moved my body in so many more ways than recent history has allowed. two yoga classes. one fast & all alone (brave, i was), another slow&sweaty, a new friend glowing beside me, her knees deeper, arms longer than my own little limbs. in child's pose, forehead to mat, i found myself crying in breathfulls--small tears. the teacher ( Read more... )

if you haven't read this article (Rainbow Flag Creates Controversy in KS) you should.

i sent an e-mail--simple, honest, brief--to the b&b owners, JR & Robin, and recieved this in return:

Robin & I can¹t even begin to come up with words strong enough to convey our ( Read more... )

i love that my friends, my loves are travelers. that they are bi-coastal, double-countried & tri-continental. i do, i do. i love postcards & emails & packages & phone calls & myspace messages. but sometimes, after shopping for a delicious meal, getting ready to sit down at the chopping board, i wish that there were more than a couple handfuls ( Read more... )

last night found me swinging with miss myriah, higher&higher into the black, poking stars into the sky with my heels. then later, sipping a lemon washed hefeweizen with rachel at daddy's. walking home with her voice to keep me company along the cracked cement, amidst the stray kittens & glass wedges ( Read more... )

a chance to see kathleen hanna (mmm) up on the big screen, free bust magazines & my company!

comecome!

( Refracted Lens: A Woman's Eye View of Music )

Me and Poetry were on a break. The kind of break where we obsessively checked our e-mail, just to see if the other had gotten up the nerve to break the silence. We stood outside the door, careful to listen for evidence of life on the other side, but never moved to knock or breathe heavy. Our friends knew we'd get back together, eventually. ( Read more... )

everyone in my office is dieting--checking the fat grams in their skinless grilled chicken breasts & consuming bowls of iceberg lettuce that will not keep them full. they will go home and eat handfuls of salt&vinegar chips, big glasses of coca-cola with ice cubes, a slice of carrot cake with extra icing and then contemplate cooking dinner ( Read more... )

at work cannot concentrate on anything but hot skin too many clothes sitting at desk want to be in cold water or near calm breeze under some love&affection not fluorescent lights.

at least i have the most crunchycool cucumbers (organic & from the first batch of my local CSA!) to eat for lunch ( Read more... )

Returning to a city which used to hold body to a love affair is strangely dislocating. Returning to restaurants where looks & gestures were meaningful, where tables gave cover to intertwined fingers and meals were scarcely eaten in the first collision of passion. Especially when, sitting at said tables with once lovers, all feelings of burning ( Read more... )