Shopping and loading up the china cabinet
It’s that time of the week… Well, I heard back from the local university, weeks after I decided I didn’t want to waste money going, lol… accepted, of course, with a shitload of transfer credits (as far as the university is concerned, I’m straight into third year, though the...
Poem: Unshorn
cherry-mahogany reaching down my back siren-signal calling out “touch me” —to men— or “hate me” —to the hags— Don’t tell me short hair is fashionable: I don’t follow trends —trends are for morons— shorn sheep bleating rationalizations Never cut your hair. Do not fall prey to the matriarchs who...
Small rant about fashion cycles, plus some spring flowers
Well, I missed last Saturday’s life update post for reasons I mentioned on this week’s Under My Skin. Which is to say, stupid reasons, because I inadvertently gave myself insomnia Friday night after binging on chocolate when my tolerance for caffeine is gone and even my sugar tolerance is...
Poem: Drowning World
swimming, gliding simple luxury made difficult and distant while the sheep bleat for more kicks to the ribs I’ve long since written them off simple-minded souls following orders and I am an unwitting invader in a hostile land that I long to flee And when will we cut the...
Book of the week: The Sound of Paper
Julia Cameron’s The Sound of Paper: Starting From Scratch is a sort of companion book to her bestseller The Artist’s Way. The book unfurls over the course of one of Cameron’s annual journeys to her then-summer home of Taos, New Mexico from her then-usual home of Manhattan. Cameron and...
Poem: Dye Job
freshly fired hair —bloodied— always wary of its power will it bring me my mate? or just fresh headaches? attention at all costs whether I’m ready for it or will hide again too soon to tell the more I shrink the more I grow into my own skin and...
First day of spring, new musical interests, and being stiff and sore
Happy equinox/first day of spring… finally! I had my first clematis blossoms open on my really early Clematis armandii ’Apple Blossom’ And I almost have daffodils open (outside of the teeny mini-daffodils), but I guess those are for next week. Yeah, I said that last week, but the Replete...
Poem: English Daisies
english daisies their stout heads fringed white and red stuck up into the frigid wind racing along the bank the daisies don’t care clinging to secure soil and greeting the rising sun tenacious yet tender early, waiting for the daffodils to catch up and nod their heads along with...
Transplanting and throne room music
Most of my productivity seems to have been outside in the garden this week. I’ve been bitching about my squirrel issues, which seem to be done for now (fingers crossed!). One of the things I’ve been mindful of is making sure there isn’t any large or sturdy branch within...
Poem: Quiet Witching Hour
the rain has stopped leaving only the furnace hum droning on in the dark waiting for the taps of fresh drops from the sky and I wait for ideas words falling tapping on my brain as if I don’t already have more than enough to say to you...