February 2005
-
What Does Love Want?
Jays are back blue & flashy & loud arguing with ravens all around town. The beach is littered with glass sharp-edged stones, broken crockery shells, rain from a slate sky. Today I nearly swallowed a lady bug. It was harsh & pungent a bitter taste on my tongue. I walked to the end of the… Continue reading
-
Naming
Jenni asks: 1. Where did you get your blog’s name from?2. How is it representative of your life, personality, or writing?3. If you had to change the name of your bog, what would be an alternative title? And I say: I was thinking about writing on water, the impermanence, the ephemeral quality of all writing.… Continue reading
-
Whining
A week or two ago, I began a long, rambling, whiny entry. I thought, even if I don’t post it, just venting may make me feel better. Then I ran out of energy before I finished it. And now I can’t find it. And I feel better, anyway. Continue reading
-
A Special Thanks . . .
. . . to the commenters this week. I have especially needed the encouragement lately. Continue reading
-
Christo
First one must find a concept large enough to contain the entire city: Saffron, perhaps, or Gate. The horse pulls its head into its neck, making its body an S below the gibbous moon. Cover the river in grey silk. Let the building reinvent itself in soft satin curves. Owls resent this… Continue reading
You must be logged in to post a comment.