Good Witch
human comic strip vol. 6043 What I do here is uncomfortably near. I’m a virtual close-talker. It’s a little embarrassing. Still, can you fault a girl for trying on the odd pair of clown shoes in a bored and desperate old world? .. ...
Living the Dream
When I’m quiet, when I’ve stopped the spin and taken one of those long breaths, just closing my eyes and listening inward, I’ve tumbled first upon the snaggy urging boundary edges of daydream, poignant enough– The prospect is entrancing of a snug and benign century farmhouse with well kept barns for critters and printing & ...
Simply questions
What has value/ to you, to others? What has most/ value, and who says? What for/
use-less
all day long, while the snow came down and blew along with water from lake michigan across city roadways and chris wrangled for more sleepless hours on end the phone trees and data coordination of response teamwork, I sat, good for nothing, planted to the couch, watching episodes of joss whedon’s “dollhouse” on netflix, good ...
bas relief of home
I find it impossible to title posts before I’ve written them (titling poems is even harder– thinking up lines that might serve for titling is a doomed venture, viable poems seldom proceeding, yielding virtual drawers full of unused lines too singular to incorporate organically). typically I stumble over possible title words like gravel while drafting, ...
the work I do
tonight my heart is an immense well of peace, nourished by quiet and color, shadow and shape. the shushing breath beside me in bed is lulling, train’s rumble soft past night-draped front windows. after sleeping odd hours, I’m awake with my own interior music singing down the bones. nighttime is lush and dense with quiet, ...
just B
I don’t know why it should be so hard. why the thrash, why the flail– even with virtually all external expectation removed. accidentally, initiated by misreading an oblique reference, I start reading about samsara, about the persistent cycle of world-building– and consequent world-destroying– and associated suffering. up with the growling radiators and belly cramps, I ...
days these days
here’s how it starts: I’ll flail around wasting time for awhile– seemingly intentionally, as flagrantly wasteful as I can imagine being– for the emptier the pursuits, the sooner I grow bored with my own stink of purposelessness and take up beginning something (beginning being fraught with possibility and dread). maybe start small with getting dressed. ...
the right way to start off a week
after plenty of sleep (i.e. napful, easygoing, soul-spacious weekend), cellphone alarm starts playing jenny lewis at 6 a.m. hit hush, scritch puppy and fall back asleep. wake for good when it goes off again at 6:30. rise, throw on sweats and sneaks, and drag puppy and feller from bed, grumbly and rumpled for walk in ...