The wind's changed. Oh the wind has changed! Oh shout from craggy mountains and valleys deep in cool-air stupor. How you twisted the yellow branches and out grew your green croppings of short lived leaves. The tracked ground's overrun and ruddy on yellow flowers, purple flowers, red flowers. Its the splatter of seasons that lifts my hips and the ( Read more... )

Most days I wake up hot under the eye of the sun pouring in through my rickety apartment window. The walls are spring green, which I cannot decide whether it is abhorrently ugly or 60’s-tacky, like my grandmother’s kitchen. In Seville, mid-April is already hot with temperatures in the mid-30’s centigrade. This year is projected to be hotter than ( Read more... )

I went to Las Vegas and Tucson this past week. It ruled. I fell asleep in the sun a lot. I drank too much Gin and Tonic and then fell asleep in the sun. Paul and I listened to the Ramones It's Alive and then floated on pool toys at my aunts house. Thats about it. I didn't see Tiya because it was lame. I went shopping at the Buffalo Exchange in both ( Read more... )

This long weekend I didn't do much of anything. I got this urge to cook on Sunday so I made two pots of chili, one for Paulo and one for Mykie, a quiche lorraine, and a batch of cookies. Cooking always soothes me. Kim and I partied on Friday with some Calico Jack and had some fun. It was sweet other than the fact I peed about EIGHTY times and it ( Read more... )

Had I been Spanish, a pile of fallen strawberries would not be a matter of blame or misfortune, but a matter of fact ( Read more... )

My heartbeat speeds up like the beat in an English nightclub. All staccato, it hurts my chest. Breathe in, breathe out, it hurts my chest, breathe in. Fidgety, fidgety, I play with the rings on my hands. The one with the blue paua dolphins, the cheap department store ring, the one I pretended I was married with when old men would hit on me. ( Read more... )

I have a snapshot of my mother and I pulled over on a highway in New Mexico. The sun reflects our tortoise-shell sunglasses and our hair is the same shade of straw blonde. Stray hairs rise in the heat and form halos around our strong jaws, our cheekbones. Encircling me, her arm is strong. She pulls me closer at the hip, wanting to carry me like she ( Read more... )

Don't you hate it when you think of something you haven't thought of in so long it frightens you. Those memories that spurt up out of nowhere and turn themselves over in your head a few times, diving back under. It happened in the car, night drive. "Jane Says" was on the radio, a song I love since its about strippers and Spain and tomorrows; ( Read more... )

Angela and Natti are both here for Thanksgiving. It's nice to have them around despite the fact that we have to go to West Virginia for some stupid family thing with my east coast relatives. I can just see me and Natti and Angela in some dumb country house being like "WTF". Oh well, at least I'll have some time to read ( Read more... )

I still can't do it. I still can't. You all know it, you know it when I sit there and I'm quiet and I stare into my morning coffee with its lacquer oil sitting on top, an easily recognizable scent floating out of the mouth. I can't do it when i glance over papers I'm not supposed to see, the cryptic language of hate I understand. Can't do it when I ( Read more... )