Monday, November 30, 2009

the sun

is coming up
washed in
blue in

could have
in their beds
this much

Saturday, November 28, 2009

be a man

Instead of being a woman men want, I'm going to be the man I want.

Thursday, November 26, 2009


my life should be lived. as though it were a meal prepared for those I hold dearest. and so it is. only right that I keep laboring in this hot kitchen. but no bitterness. not for you, darling. for you I offer only sweetness. and salty love. the salt of love. love without weakness.

(for P.S.)

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Sunday, November 22, 2009

There is no such thing as equal or fair.

This is something children learn early, painfully, only to forget as adults.

Saturday, November 21, 2009

it may be too early for a diagnosis doctor,
but it seems as though her heart has stopped beating.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009


my hands are two lovers. my hands are two strangers.

my right wants freedom while the left is busy fastening a chain to my ankle.

(it was gold and caught the light. my left couldn't resist, despite my right.)


I'm settling into some remote place - a place of safety where I'm slightly turned off, where I can react to my self more than others.

There is a distance now. I didn't put it there, but am guilty of having noticed. And now that I know I can't pretend otherwise.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Friday, November 13, 2009

I am tired of living a half-life, afraid. This requires immediate,
drastic action and a little hope.

I've also noticed recently that, regardless of how I envy them,
people who have a lot of friends are often more lonely than I.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

prayer 2

I'm going to count to ten.

When I get to ten I'll be strong,

the Strongest.











Sunday, November 8, 2009

children 3

Like Isabel you want
Cake. Baby, you want
Another milk shake.

What will I say when
I hear you ask me softly
From the back seat if

We can take a break?
"I told you I'd give you
A stomach ache."

Saturday, November 7, 2009

pound cake

If I still had a heart, this could easily be lumped into the category of "bad idea" but I don't, so what difference does it make?

Friday, November 6, 2009

with return

Blue skies from Los Angeles to Seattle with return. Stepping into my apartment (it was still there) for the first time since the course I was struck at how luxurious it seemed. I thought I was living quite modestly. I  still have more than I need.

As of today I even have heat. I turned it on only to be greeted by a cloud of smoke - the burning of at least a year's worth of dust. I was, of course, already in the shower when this happened, smoke alarm and all. Curses. I am now at the considerably less warm Cow's End for coffee and clean(er) air.

Though my apartment remains intact everything has changed. I'm resisting the urge to revert to the same habits which made it the place it was before. I have a choice now I didn't when I left to try something different. I'd like to take advantage of that. Today I decide what form these efforts will take.

Tuesday, November 3, 2009