poetry
Green (it’s not easy being)
Green. Green is lush, rich, rolling meadow morning softness. Green is enviro -friendly, future-oriented, the color of money, the color of life, of springtime, gems – emerald , malachite, jade.
Photo “Please don’t move” by Zespira L. on Flickr
But green is deep, sneaky, possessive, emerald powerful jealousy.
Green is the dark hate I feel for girls who [...]
Found form: Sounds of the city, 7:20 a.m. and p.m.
Photo: “Dc Art Walk 10″ by “bullneck” on flickr
7:20 a.m.
Clickity clickity. fwip. fwip.
Independence is the easy part
In college, contemplating and confronting so many things at one – love, feminism, liberty, life — I began my wonderings about independence.
I wrote poetry in bluegreen notebooks:
“ Dependent, from Latin,
meaning: to hang from
So tonight I am wondering:
Do I hang from you? “
Hanging from was not a good thing, I concluded then. I [...]
Read Full Post | Make a Comment ( 2 so far )Blue
I haven’t been writing as much lately. Yes, I’ve been busy with work and work and work. Yes, I’ve been trying to learn about some other facets of the internet to grow my blog and make it better, perhaps even profitable.
But also, I’ve been blue. Deep, beautiful, aquamarine blue, in my core.
strangely familiar
One of the things I love most about the blogosphere is the strange and wonderful ease with which you can find people and topics of interest, some by design and others by wonderful accident. See my blogroll below, at the bottom of the page, which contains both friends, some of who encouraged me to [...]
Read Full Post | Make a Comment ( 1 so far )scooping away the rain
Last night I watched you, literally, try to stop the rain with a small plastic bucket.
I hadn’t meant to wake you, tiptoeing through the shadows: moon, water, streetlight. I traced my finger against the edge of the bathroom window – it was too fogged up to see, just hear: water against black tar, my pink [...]
"So sorry…
you’re going through all this” you tell me. “I hope these things move out of your life soon.”
As if I’m a stranger. As if you are. As if these things that have moved into my life fell from the sky like raindrops, irritating, but soon to pass.
I ponder, write and rewrite how to respond. Knowing [...]
Read Full Post | Make a Comment ( None so far )Valentines’ Day
From the windows of the car, the slush and rain reflects gray back to me, to the world and back again. I have behaved so poorly. Outrageously, even my therapist agrees. “Why are feelings so important?” she asks me. What else is, I wonder.
I try to stamp down, shut out the pervasive green sea-monster that [...]
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