Dr. Mehemed Fehmy Agha. |
I wish I launched Seventeen magazine and Glamour and knew Dr. Agha so I could get close and personal with his monocle.So here's what I need to do: discover the next big thing and get in on it, majorly...
Posted by nat rat on Mon, 26 Jun 2006 11:13:00 PST |
more bad poetry. |
the next morningit rainedour bodies stuttered someour bodies spent and done
it's not easyit's not hardit's nothing after all
just a hand on a shoulder bladejust that rain on the window pane...
Posted by nat rat on Wed, 21 Jun 2006 10:51:00 PST |
these days I'm mostly into... |
jackson brownealmond butter
link roberts, photographer
also: the world beard and moustache championships
...
Posted by nat rat on Mon, 12 Jun 2006 09:29:00 PST |
I do it for the kids. |
a four year old boy called me beautiful today.
and then he asked why I have a speck of dirt on my nose.
later, I took off my glasses and he said, " you're more beautiful!"
life- affirming?
maybe....
Posted by nat rat on Tue, 16 May 2006 05:25:00 PST |
what can I say? the lady knew her stuff. |
"...and I could not help often saying, 'Was this meant for me?'"Jane Austen, Persuasion.
Posted by nat rat on Wed, 05 Apr 2006 08:52:00 PST |
lyrical debacle! writing frustration! exasperation! |
in the wet warmth of a january that had forgottenquite what it ought to beI sought you outI held you in my palmand for one wild impressive momenttouched my lips to my handtasted the sweet wicked taste...
Posted by nat rat on Tue, 21 Feb 2006 05:14:00 PST |
in which i react to life like nick hornby (and also write a not very good poem) |
Three Fractures along Left Hand: Fourth and Fifth Metacarpals, RadiusMy cousin broke his hand the other day.I didn't know how easy it was:to collide with gum wrappers, cigarettes, and the cracked conc...
Posted by nat rat on Thu, 16 Feb 2006 08:34:00 PST |
mountain bed |
Do you still sing of the mountain bed we made of limbs and leaves?Do you still sigh there near the sky where the holly berry bleeds?You laughed as I covered you over with leaves, face, breast, hips, a...
Posted by nat rat on Wed, 14 Dec 2005 10:03:00 PST |
blackbird. |
it was evening all afternoon. illogical necessity.today I awoke to find myself not a poetI did not find the wordsI did not say I loved youyou did not awake to find meand this is not a poem. this is ju...
Posted by nat rat on Sat, 26 Nov 2005 11:43:00 PST |
