Rule Number One: Do not Lie
The Rest Will Sort Itself Out
I'm not one who divides music, dance or art into various categories. Either something works, or it doesn't. ~Twyla Tharp
02 Nov 2012 2 Comments
I suppose the only question is:
what the heck do I write?
26 Oct 2012 9 Comments
I know that rusty can mean
a whole entire list of things.
But, for me, Rusty only means
the one single important special thing:
My mom’s best and favorite dog.
We had many over the years.
But mom was never very good
at the discipline of their training.
So often we had to rely
upon their good nature to achieve
Good behavior and long term harmony.
As you can imagine, that didn’t
always work out all that well.
Rusty came into Mom’s life by
random chance or by serendipitous circumstance.
She found him wandering one day.
It seems he’d been a hunter.
Extremely well trained and highly restricted
in his previous life and interactions.
Theirs was a match made in
Rusty came pre-trained and well behaved.
Mom gave him the freedom to
relax and just be a dog.
She was devastated when he died.
When she died, we mixed her
and his ashes and released them
into the ocean together. Together forever.
12 Oct 2012 4 Comments
we awaken before the morning light
reluctantly leaving our warm blanket cocoons
at least the view doesn’t suck.
28 Sep 2012 10 Comments
“All who wander are not lost”
this is probably my favorite quote
In my life I have never
really been deeply rooted in one
place. My mom and I were
not gypsies. We didn’t travel constantly.
But every few years, whether due
to finances or restlessness, we moved.
I think we were searching for
our tribe. Our roots were always
set in our family. We always
lived near someone we love. But
I think some places fit better
than others for our unique temperaments.
After a while, we would get
itchy feet again, and move on.
In between all that, I traveled
every summer (and most Christmases)to
my grandparent’s house to stay with
my dad and the family there.
I find it very strange that
my son has always lived here.
We’ve moved a couple times since
he was born. But really, not
very far and not at all
since he was around two years
old. We are fast approaching ten.
My feet are getting pretty itchy.
Soon I need to get lost,
or rather, I need to wander.
(highway, train tracks, river. transportation abounds)
14 Sep 2012 4 Comments
I am captivated by your words
Slowly drawn in by your lines
by the careful crafting of sentences
and beautifully glimmering hand-turned phrases.
I am mesmerized by your story
hooked on every well baited line
reeled in, powerless against your pull
caught, ensnared, trapped by your metaphor
and furthermore, similarly, by your simile
at the end I am yours
gasping for air on the shore
dying, and still only wanting more
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07 Sep 2012 6 Comments
Post first thing in the morning?
Not this time. Not usually, honestly.
The first week back to school.
Adjusting to the schedule fairly well.
First week of new exercise plan.
lots of firsts are going around.
Can I be first for a nap?