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About Me

I try to stay present, but it doesn't work sometimes.I am a mom to a precious little one...I tend to be pretty happy and super enthusiastic about lots of things. At the same time I guess I'm just as lost as most people.I keep getting up to feed words to the fire:heart,spathe,spadix. A book kept opening to that same page. you came home kissing me on the forehead and i remembered Hegel's lament "only one man i know understands me, and even he does not". i keep restoring that piece of sky.Refill my pain or give a compress to lay on my panic.I have been searching for my word. I think it has something to do with middle...betwix, between, granny...I don't know. It'll come to me soon. Oh, me..oh my. I laugh a lot. I am a content and happy girl, for whatever fleeting span of time. It's just that, the thing about being alive is that you are constantly reinventing yourself, constantly trying to catch up with the cards you are dealt.the deck, the dealer. I still read a lot, good stuff...I just discovered Kawabata. I probably have the sweetest love ever, for what must be some karmic reason, I am consistently spoiled beyond reason and treated with such devotion, respect, and patience. I am lucky and blessed. Me and B watch lots movies in bed and work on our snuggle powers. :) . I hate myself a little when I type out sideways smiley faces.The stalking powers of this site compel me to waste copious amounts of time...And I am starting to feel like my page is inferior--I am too bored to try to make my page do a dog and pony show today. Just the facts. Or the fiction. I don't even think there is a difference anymore...

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars... - Jack Kerouac.Actually, as I get less dramatic in my old age, I'm tending to crave less volatile, softer folk. I guess that nullifies the above quote...Nevermind. I have room in my heart and mind for all kinds of folk.

My Blog

read it out loud. it is meant to be heard, not just seen.

Every part of my body is a blatant lieforget explanations, i wont even try. but behind my eyes are these series of scars, they map every place i've been near and far. And if you look deep enough into...
Posted by on Mon, 08 Jan 2007 15:04:00 GMT

fire

Preface: My will is so strong it frightens me. You hold my breath until I turn blue. I crave none, erase me--even a ghost has presence. Erase me because I cannot erase you. You N...
Posted by on Sun, 17 Dec 2006 14:58:00 GMT

just puttin up some old stuff

remind me of your affliction I'd like a chronological exhibit what i want to know is the frenzy. sure, i can picture you on xmas eve needing mass to last as long as a bottle of wine, but i...
Posted by on Sun, 17 Dec 2006 14:14:00 GMT

yours truly

growing sufficating hopeful With every fleeting ounce of smoke Upgrading the wine to wild turkey and coke And I'm lucky to joke about it now how i don't understand love and how my muse fell ...
Posted by on Tue, 19 Sep 2006 07:53:00 GMT

famous blue raincoat

Its four in the morning, the end of decemberIm writing you now just to see if youre betterNew york is cold, but I like where Im livingTheres music on clinton street all through the evening.I hear that...
Posted by on Mon, 18 Sep 2006 17:53:00 GMT

Flip

Looking through the familiar bars of elm city. Looking at its stars and its a pity Theyre not all that very far away, Really. And if you flip them upside down you can watch them tumble to t...
Posted by on Sun, 30 Jul 2006 18:08:00 GMT

Remind me

remind me of your afflictionI'd like a chronological exhibitwhat i want to know is the frenzy.sure, i can picture you on xmas eve needing massto last as long as a bottle of wine, but i don't get the r...
Posted by on Sun, 07 May 2006 09:52:00 GMT

Frida Kahlo and Sylvia Plath

Sylvia and Frida were artists of different mediums: both quite heartbroken. And I think they knew that pain conjured their best work. Some of us create as if to get god's attention--as if we move...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Jan 2006 11:39:00 GMT