October 2011
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First Impressions
stepping stones
brick and mortar
dormer windows
bells
dundundundun
cathedral nave
circulation desk
leather arm chair
notes in the margins
sunny D
warm hand on my shoulder
resting my head on your arm
the moon glowing over the library steps
ceiling close to my head
too warm comforter
soft silky pillows
standing on my desk paper
rustling
people whispering
chair scrape
vroomvroom...
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Juanita
I have made friends with a homeless woman named Juanita. Her teeth are yellow and look sort of like dominoes. Today she wore a plaid shirt and jeans. I’ve realized that she doesn’t have a computer, or a Facebook, or the ability to google things she might need to know. It makes me wonder what will happen to the homeless as the digital age continues.
But the most important thing about...
August 2011
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July 2011
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June 2011
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“Do you think that I’m a machine? That I can bear it? Do you think because I am...”
– Jane Eyre, Jane Eyre
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Wisdom Teeth
My ears feel huge, stretched to hear the clock and the refrigerator and the boiler in the basement. My brain feels like my heart, beating rhythmically inside my skull. Little hands move things around and press behind my eyes; my mind seems pregnant with an unfamiliar me. I close my eyes, and the remaining anesthetic, the painkillers, the pain - they enjoy my senses for a while. I journey beyond...
May 2011
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Ode on a Coke Bottle
Your glowing amber body,
slashed by two red bands,
sweats onto my palm.
If I peer down into you,
lit up by the sun,
there’s the ten-petaled flower of your feet.
I twist off your top,
your soul, sharp bubbles,
fountain down my throat.
December 2010
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Favorite Words
On May 23, 1618, the balmy air below Prague Castle thickened with the smell of a large pile of horse manure festering in the dry moat. About mid-afternoon, three figures could be seen flying out of an upper window. Following their thirty-meter descent into the opportune manure pile, the two Imperial Regents and their secretary climbed out unharmed, though entirely unrecognizable. This is the...
October 2010
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Disney Princess
You draw the shades on your eyes
Stumbling,
Flail your arms,
You hope
You’ll touch his heart.
Your elbow
runs into his face.
You wonder
why couldn’t he see the real me?
when you can’t see anything,
eyes shut,
trusting
in ashes and spindles.
September 2010
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Sun Burned
Sun burned,
I sail into the bay.
Behold the battleships,
bringing our slain boys back.
Still broken soldiers,
with sore bruises,
they search for a soft body,
and a sliver of bacon.
The black ship soot is on my soles,
and my bathing suit like burnt sienna
In the sunbeams
that bounce, like baby spiders
bungee jumping.
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Autobiography as Haiku
Today, my mother dragged me upstairs. She handed me a packet of papers, the cover decorated in a highlighter landscape of dolphins jumping over the sunset. Ten years ago, my second grade self had written: “What is Art? When I paint a picture, I flow with the picture as if the background of my picture is where I am. Painting makes me feel free and very relaxed. As when I am dancing, I am in...
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August 2010
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The Crying Time
I have to cry so I can sleep
so I don’t pace the room,
like a shell abandoned
and beaten up against the shore.
I want the strong and warm to hold me,
So I don’t drift away in the tide.
I want to breathe in between the breaths
of the strong and warm and soft.
I don’t care if my strong protector
is not so strong.
because I love you and I don’t care
my...
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Fall
Whisper to me quiet, sweet.
Let me feel your breath, sweet.
You’re close and warm and I’m you.
You’re me.
Sunrise and I’m alone and I wish -
wish you weren’t gone,
wish you never were.
Sunset and I’m alone and angry.
wish I’d never let you leave,
wish I’d never let you be me.
Let me fall away, sweet.
Unchain me so...
Starry Night
When I took this photo, I didn’t realize I was photographing the curvature of the earth. Too occupied in the layers of fluffy atmosphere, I couldn’t see the big picture out the airplane window. I was too busy realizing that there are high clouds and low clouds - and that the plains really are plains. Who knew?
It brings a new depth to memories of mountain nights beneath a glowing...
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July 2010
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Sunsets and Seaspray
I have a guilty pleasure. I like to stand on my balcony and look out over the sea on the windy days. After a shower, I stand there, letting the wind whip through my hair. I bring a book, sometimes, and other times, I draw – hard to do, in the wind.
I never regret it after (though it’s inconvenient). My hair comes out knotted and ratty, and my homework comes out undone. I stare over the...
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Drumming Song - Florence and...
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Butterflies
We first met our little friend nearly as soon as we got off the cable car. He fluttered over the ramparts, hovering briefly against the sky. He darted around our feet and over the stairs, and I took a lovely series of photos of the ground. Over the next several hours, many more butterflies danced across our path (each of them evading my camera with ease).
I like to think the butterfly logo on my...
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Food.
They pulled over a table, a couple of mismatched plastic chairs. A breeze blew cool under the canopy of trees, the thick, gray night visible around the silhouette of bland four stories.
The outdoor seating was across the street from the hole in the wall, on a slapdash section of pavement, lit by the florescent signs of Tyre World. An air conditioner whirred loud in the windows above us, providing...
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Home again, home again...
We’re almost home, and it’s feeling unreal. Hello, and welcome back to expensive America. Or expensive Western Hemisphere, depending on how you look at it. We had such a lovely trip. But I think I’m now addicted to shopping. and Coke. Great.
My first experience learning Photoshop was… in Chinese. Terrifying? A little. But I have “good color sense,” and i even...
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Adventures :)
We got to the Great Wall around seven am - when it was only us and the occasional jogger. The moon was a round cut of cloud high over the mountains, an imperial eye to the dragon’s spine undulating over the peaks.
The steps were tiny, like for children, and the steps were huge, like for giants. (I didn’t envy the joggers.)
We paused often, both to soothe our burning lungs and pose...
June 2010
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YAWN.
So yeah. That’s not fog I’m looking at out the window. Nope. And it turned the moon orange last night… weird.
I’m looking forward to meeting everyone at the studio, and (of course) to some Subway-related adventures. Hopefully nothing as exciting as in Paris.
First thoughts on Beijing? Well, the buildings are colorful and the smog sort of gets into your pores. Like...
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I'm gonna be flying.
I’ve stopped trying to explain why airplanes feel like home. It doesn’t matter where I’m going, it doesn’t matter where I’m from.
The engines thrum, and then we’re on the straight-away and I can’t breathe. The wheels are rushing, I can feel them, and we’re all just waiting for that magic disconnect when you can’t feel the ground like a...
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CHINA.
Hello and welcome to your future, baby girl. It’s time to go, time to fly, time to fall out of all your trodden down routines. It’s time to listen to the music, time to turn yourself upside down until you find a place you’d like to be.
Beijing seems like some kind of place to get your feet wet.
Things I’ll be missing:
the wind off the water.
the sand in my toes
my...
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Swimming - Florence And The...
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Home
America, America… the womb that nurtured MacDonald’s, and invented the word “drive through.” The country that banned alcohol, encouraged the death penalty, and single-handedly destroyed the Gulf of Mexico.
Well no - BP is a foreign entity.
What can I say? Who wouldn’t be glad to be home?
Everyone speaks English again, and Verizon is as dependable as ever. (Talk...
April 2010
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Somehow, softly.
I love you somehow softly,
wordlessly.
like the darkness
who lulls you to sleep.
but you don’t look at me -
a quiet, useful? presence,
supporting when you call.
the very ground
across your feet.
But do eyes turn,
with sweetness,
to the floor?
the formless floor,
soft one room, squishes through your toes,
then hard: cool, inimical riverstones burning in the cold
and...
Cries my soul
Feed me something sweet,
says my soul.
Spoon me out a little taste of happiness.
Love me something safe,
says my soul.
Savor all my faults and failings,
Savor all my woe.
Save me somehow softly,
says my soul.
Shepherd all the vagrant twistings of a fool.
Guard me somehow strongly,
says my soul.
Stop the pieces left of me
from growing back, so crookedly.
Call me: 2 am
want to listen to you sleep,
hear the memories you keep,
want to fall into the deep,
listen to you while you weep,
make these places,
empty spaces
where our hearts,
they used to be.