March 2011
1 post
February 2011
2 posts
"Happy Winds-day, Piglet!" + scattered...
My favorite Winnie the Pooh film is the one about a blustery day. For Piglet, Winds-day is simply a terrible, no-good, very bad day. Too tiny to fight the wind, he’s buffeted along with no say as to travel itinerary or destination.
Today overqualifies for the application of “blustery” as a defining adjective. I know because today’s wind is the only force that can outsqueal...
August 2010
2 posts
a modern day haunting
Yesterday I was at the fruit store in White Plains with my mom. I was staring at packages of cherries, when I hear my mom say: Susan*? I look up and see a woman I can’t place. Her face paralyzes me: it’s waxy, so shiny, almost immobile. Her smile is rigid and hardly stretches. Her eyes are sunken and drawn up at the corners, and she blinks too frequently. She keeps patting down her...
auditory uplift through flight-by-paper
Those appendages cemented to either side of my skull? Earring racks! Well, at least, that’s how I treat them…
Poor unappreciated ears - you do so much for me, and thanklessly.
I find myself half-watching America’s Got Talent - Tuesday nights in August are happenin’!! - when a relatively tame act by a sweet epileptic boy comes on. He has some interesting high-flyer kites...
April 2010
11 posts
lazybones' quick fix
My grammar group must present the ever-stylistic colon, dash, and parenthesis tomorrow morning. Rather than using my neurony-blob to generate novel examples and class exercises, I am tempted to present this delightfully and freakishly long sentence:
In this entre-nous spirit, then, old confidant, before we join the others, the grounded everywhere, including, I’m sure, the middle-aged hot-rodders...
young lady, you must get out of your shell!
Isn’t it funny how the organisms with the thickest shells are the ones most likely to make it into the fossil record?
The fossil record is, says my geology professor, exclusive. Not just any ol’ cyanobacteria or piece of algae can make it on the list. It seems that without a hardy encasing, an organism will simply decompose, and will not leave behind material long enough to make it...
swirling mass of protoplasm
I dedicate so much time to interpreting interactions. I pass a girl on my way down the path. We exchange a smile. Was hers a stand-in for a greeting? Or was it a manifestation of her judgmental laughter at the ridiculous way I arch my shoulders when I carry my backpack? It seems that the time I spend trying to come to a conclusion (invariably, I wind up at a stalemate; there’s just not...
Mirror
A white room and a party going on and I was standing with some friends under a large gilt-framed mirror that tilted slightly forward over the fireplace. We were drinking whiskey and some of us, feeling no pain, were trying to decide what precise shade of yellow the setting sun turned our drinks. I closed my eyes briefly, then looked up into the mirror: a woman in a green dress...
Last Night I Dreamed of Chickens
Last night I dreamed of chickens, there were chickens everywhere, they were standing on my stomach, they were nesting in my hair, they were pecking at my pillow, they were hopping on my head, they were ruffling up their feathers as they raced about my bed. They were on the chairs and tables, they were on the chandeliers, they were roosting in the corners,...
Variations on a Theme by William Carlos Williams
1
I chopped down the house that you had been saving to live in next summer. I am sorry, but it was morning, and I had nothing to do and its wooden beams were so inviting.
2
We laughed at the hollyhocks together and then I sprayed them with lye....
zippity doo da, zippity day, my oh my...
What a wonderful day! My line breaks will no longer be separated by an intolerable
chasm
of space! THANK YOU, thank you, becky and sonja! your presents are forthcoming.
Computer Challenge #1
tumblr
is
killing
me
with this double space between every ‘enter’ thing.
Does anyone know how to make it so that the lines are closer together?
~~I’ll give you a present if you show me how!~~
This Is Just to Say
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
— William Carlos Williams
National Poetry Month!
The Garden
It shines in the garden,
in the white foliage of the chestnut tree,
in the brim of my father’s hat
as he walks on the gravel.
In the garden suspended in time
my mother sits in a redwood chair;
light fills the sky,
the folds of her dress,
the roses tangled beside her.
And when my father bends
to whisper in her ear,
when they rise to leave
and the swallows dart
...
March 2010
3 posts
Something crazy
I really like the idea of deliberately falling asleep in my fishnet stockings on a weekday night. Instead, I slip into the XL flannels and pin back my hair.
roomful of voiceless conversation
limbs: …we feel so heavy…we can’t move…not even to navigate away from tumblr and back to that blank word document…
chocolate: eat me, eat me, i dare you. do it in the most disgusting way possible, i.e. brucie, brucie from matilda right when enthusiasm for showing-up the trunch is at its peak.
practicality: get up! get up! wake up! awaken! write your essay! work!
...
February 2010
2 posts
penguins and polar bears!
Currently pondering: the snowstorm equivalent of “raining cats and dogs!”…
January 2010
1 post
Missing J.D. Salinger, even though I knew him only...
John Keats
John Keats
John
Please put your scarf on
—Seymour Glass
December 2009
3 posts
so this is the blogosphere, eh?
wading in proved more stimulating than fatal, i begrudgingly admit. (nikkitha, if you say anything, or even think about enjoying a self-satisfied smirk, i will incinerate a picture of a bonobo and trash your farmville while humming “i bust the windows of your car”.)
but, wahoo! this place already feels cozy. all me pals are close at hand! here’s to the hope that my internet...