Monday, September 21, 2009

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Ode to the present {fragment}, by Pablo Neruda

as smooth
as a board,
and fresh,
this hour,
this day
as clean
as an untouched glass
not a single
from the past:
we touch
the moment
with our fingers,
we cut it
to size,
we direct
its blooming.
It's living,
it's alive:
it brings nothing
from yesterday that can't be redeemed,
nothing from the past.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009


Rolled through a stop sign this morning-
Got pulled over (right in front of my office).
Was called ma'am twice.
But no ticket-

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Monterey Bay

is now the colour of my bathroom. Although-it almost reminds me of a blue highlighter-damn.

Saturday, June 6, 2009

This day is mine.

Off to the farmer's market-no obligations, no plans.

Tuesday, June 2, 2009


The sun is here.
Now I must remember to enjoy it.

Thursday, May 28, 2009

driving to bangor...

in the rain.
send sun soon.

Sunday, May 24, 2009


some days, I sing while I wait-
other days, it is so silent
I can hear the wind's every breath.

Saturday, May 23, 2009

Friday, May 22, 2009


Hopeful for a relaxed but productive long weekend-

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Laughing Brains

A happy brain is a healthy brain-

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Monday, May 18, 2009


and do I really care?

In memory's telephoto lens, far objects are magnified. ~John Updike

Friday, May 15, 2009

I think...

I think too much-

Thursday, May 14, 2009

the mind: don't go there alone.

This juxtaposition of callousness and extreme sensitivity seemed suspicious even to me-


Monday, May 11, 2009

Tunnel Vision

My fine line between brillance and madness has been smudged.
I think I'm okay with that-
as long as there are no fingerprints.

Friday, May 8, 2009

Stirring up-

The great sea stirs me
The great sea sets me adrift
It sways me like a weed
on a river stone

The sky's height stirs me
The strong winds blow through my mind
It carries me with it
and moves my soul with joy.

~Song of the Uranuk Woman
Shaman of the Inuit, circa 1920

Thursday, May 7, 2009

Today, I am trying to remember to look up without tripping over myself.

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

There's a hole in the sky Dear Liza, Dear Liza.

The Freak Out

I am not sure the box I have kept you in all these years will be big enough for you now.

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Easter Morning: Sunrise

I Died For Beauty
I died for beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.
He questioned softly why I failed?
“For beauty,” I replied.
“And I for truth - the two are one;
We brethren are,” he said.
And so, as kinsmen met a-night,
We talked between the rooms,
Until the moss had reached our lips,
And covered up our names.

~Emily Dickinson

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Monday, March 30, 2009

streakin' across the sky-