July 2011
1 post
Thought
My daughter wakes up in the middle of the night crying as if she’d had a bad dream and that dream has made an impression, one that will make her look away and remember something terrifying or wonderful, it doesn’t matter, in a conversation on her first date or sharing a joint with strangers, answering questions about herself that she will never have all the answers to because so much of...
June 2011
1 post
“…anyone who attempts to do both, to adjust to his group and at the same...”
– Carl Jung
There are people I don’t agree with, people I fantasize arguing with. What does this say about me? But more importantly, why have I been trying to please these people?
May 2011
2 posts
April 2011
5 posts
When did I stop writing epiphany
I stopped writing when I had panic attacks
I stopped writing when I met my boyfriend
I stopped writing when I graduated from college
I stopped writing when I had a baby.
I had so many excuses for not writing-
I don’t have time to write anymore I don’t even have time to read Writing creatively is such an egotistical thing Who cares what I have to say
And then I lost my train of...
Museum
… We entered, excited. The museum was free. Right away, the spirit of the arched doorways, carved window frames, and elegant artwork overtook us. Sally went left, I went right. A group of people seated in some chairs in the lobby stopped talking and stared at us.
“May I help you?” a man said. “No,” I said. “We’re fine.” I didn’t like to talk...
August 2009
4 posts
She Had Some Horses
She had some horses.
She had horses who were bodies of sand. She had horses who were maps drawn of blood. She had horses who were skins of ocean water. She had horses who were the blue air of sky. She had horses who were fur and teeth. She had horses who were clay and would break. She had horses who were splintered red cliff.
She had some horses.
She had horses with long, pointed breasts....
From an Atlas of the Difficult World
tarts:
I know you are reading this poem late, before leaving your office of the one intense yellow lamp-spot and the darkening window in the lassitude of a building faded to quiet long after rush-hour. I know you are reading this poem standing up in a bookstore far from the ocean on a grey day of early spring, faint flakes driven across the plains’ enormous spaces around you. I know you are...
“I got home at last and crawled into bed next to my girlfriend. I told her...”
– Banksy
“In molecular biology, a library is a collection of DNA fragments that is stored...”
July 2009
14 posts
“Enlightenment is not imagining figures of light but making the darkness...”
– Carl Jung
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“We have to stop and be humble enough to understand that there is something...”
– Paulo Coelho
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Ars Poetica
Take two steps forward look over the edge of the bridge see the rip current in the water that’s where you’d get pulled under see the seagulls flying west with the wind that’s where they’ll get pulled under the weight of air I have complete control of the bridge in this poem of its metal of its heavy metal particles fall into the water I kill the fish in the water I have complete control of the...
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“A little knowledge that acts is worth infinitely more than much knowledge that...”
– Kahlil Gibran
The Condition
I’m almost certain I’m afraid of waking You’re in the wall Can you feel the shaking Light looks like darkness here in the light On the ground river basins and dams where salmon spawn in water where water builds up tension I’m almost certain that in the walls there’s shaking that in the light there’s burning I’m almost certain that a light harvest earth is coming that a light harvest earth is...
