- There are two cars in the garage - not a minor miracle, my friends.
- Portland is a city it would be easy to fall in love with.
- Loved Meryl Streep in "Julie & Julia," as I knew I would.
- I have long been an Adam Sandler fan, and like most of his movies, although I am usually annoyed by them.
- It's not possible that my son will be thirteen tomorrow, but it is so.
- You should buy and read "Best of the Web 2009" by Dzanc Books, and look for my essay, "Why."
- Couldn't be happier to be....home. Feel more like myself than I have in years. Wanna go for a hike?
- Looking forward to Atlanta and being in the office for a bit. Working remotely is a fine, wonderful gig, but I miss the camaraderie of an office.
- Apricot trees are yummy, messy business.
- Soon, there will be doors on the cupboards.
All in all, to quote a friend, things are very not bad around here.
The minute was garden variety.
A minute in a garden?
No. Any garden. Any minute.
Workaday.
No remarkable thing.
Nothing you could point to years later.
A moonly child
Just after the whistling.
Brown fog, winter noon
Clangy bouys, beating lighthouses:
Waiting to be, become, be becoming.
Athena with super speed
in Seattle during the renaissance
John Lennon, Patti Smith, Starry Night
Or something like it.
Way into April, snow on snow
& the orange sun keeps oozing
Working through the doom-gloomed,
unbuttoned, junk season - Longwinterlatespring
Enough of the down-dirty,
hijinks from the sundial, jittery jays
Here, I’m watching homebound war dead for the first time
(why? why didn’t I realize?)
Here, I’m sifting through old photos with older friends
Who swear they were exed out of the frame
Though water levels rise, skiers powder on
Lilacs aspire to their own blooming
Eyeing that insincere storm light
& acting in spite of it
They know: We’ve outlived larger disasters -
coughing up a nail
Plane crash on the water
A disappearing lattice
They’ll fill in anyway
The wind blows anyway
Lilacs, we’re lumbering on
Believing in good brew, drops of lemon
Honey tongues, the queen’s clusters
The nothing that lasts.
Oh honey,
I’ve feigned other, bitter rides
same places I should have been
no any other way to go
latituding up that drive
Asphalt night
astrids unbloomed
asterisms hanging on
Black ice arises all around
mercury meets the pleiades
the moon occulting venus
its enclave of closed key neighbors
Your breath in my window
vascular, visceral, vociferous
what I was winding for
Might
Want to live on an island
honey
comb my hair with sea
shells en twine to wind
Unwind the day with wire-
y strips of bark
Juice from a man
go where the day
ze go blaze through the h(ours)
And it all flow(er)s (over)
Might
Ask you, tele me
want you want to
take me take you
where no one else
has there.
What we got wrong about the stars is what haven’t we got wrong isn’t it shouldn’t that be the question, the question itself wrong and the night also wrong, wrought, rung out, rung through, through so much more than this: the question, you ask, where left meets right, right around to that nothing followed nothing. The stars don’t question for us, no ring nor rung, busy in the business of energy, bang and boom, birthing and dying, all that. A want - the question to be the thing - and it hasn’t anyone, anywhere else to go.
If early reports have it right, Obama has plans to close Gitmo, get rid of "don't ask, don't tell," ensure greater accountability for bailout dollars, conduct the White House in a more open, transparent fashion and begin to mend US relations with other countries. Hats off to a man who looks to be hitting the ground running, and doing the right things. I knew way back when Oprah didn't endorse Hillary that she wasn't going to be our next prez, but until then I hadn't really heard of this Obama dude. Don't envy him the multiple fixes that need to be fixed, all at once, all incredibly important, but hey, that's why I wouldn't run for office.
And why, oh why, is there a goodbye speech that will interrupt my favorite prime-time viewing (Grey's Anatomy)? No long goodbyes, please!
