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pigeongirl

on hold indefinitely

About Me

strong roots.like winterlight,soft and yielding. dogs melt my heart.i like being under dark ominous skies. I am known for my love of bikes and little black dogs.

collecting accordions and driving in snow was a thing. this is the two patti's: me to the left.
i knit (badly)
fickle as a featheri spend a lot of time not doing much and get a lot done that way. " /

i like dogs very much. they are bold, and faithful, and like me, chase after bicycles.

i like being solo around nature.i tried to who i thought was pony. ah, well.." /

My Interests

Berlin. Winterlight. Nature Rambles. M.A.C Lipsticks. Spotting birds. Pigeonfanciers. Hand Typography. Perching on bicycles. Obscure alleys. Rust. Post-industrial cities (Detroit). Ratsightings. 19th century literature. Writing, drawing. reading out loud. Snapshot Photography (aerial). Beaksharpening. Beaches in the off season. Nesting fabric: Yarns, cloth, threads, spools, materials. The touch of soft velvet. Design. Graph paper. Ink. Open spaces: urban wastelands. Starched white tablecloths. Shyness. Fold-ups. Viewing the follies of mankind, safe on a roof. Pinot Gris. Figs. Frankfurt Airport. The consideration of going somewhere. Lapsang Souchong. Green Tea Chocolate. Pigeonpost. Letters and their posting. Fresh Air. Flight paths. Cloud patterns. Feeding the Birds. Taking off. Nikolai Tesla. Playing fetch (with my best friend)!

I'd like to meet:

Birds of a feather. Those who like larks. No, hawks, or hawkers please.
Permission to use an image by request only. Thank you." /

Music:

Birdsong. The wind from the sea. The step on fresh fallen snow. Anything that pricks up my ears, soothes my heart on makes me dance.the silence of paint upon paper...

Movies:

Anything that evokes emotion: to cry, to fear, to melt, to laugh. Films about roads, diners, being hidden, or dysfunction being revealed.Handmade.

Books:

Seed catalogues, bulb bibliotheques, fat tombs, slim volumes, bird books, books that make you go coo.. Train&plane mysteries (Ian Rankin), Robert Burns, Jeanette Winterson (2nd mention). Italo Calvino, Dickens. Auden at teatime. Anyone who writes classically. Anything that sounds sweet when you read it out loud.

Heroes:

The bold, the brave, the meek, the mild. People who give of their lives to help others. Those who live through suffering and still believe in the wonder of life.People who can sleep,nappersand day dreamers." /the end.

My Blog

winterwild (stixhollow)

i followed your tracks.you led me here.secret places,you burrowing in.i spy you; you spy me.here, kitty, kitty...against all the world's pampered you, the warriors,one feline tribe hanging together wi...
Posted by pigeongirl on Mon, 18 Feb 2008 10:01:00 PST

dark heart

hearts exchangedand brought to light.consume me it says,like some cupid's delight.saturday after st. v-day.the last of the hearts await...red foil wrapper gleamingin the sunlight, its glossyexterior, ...
Posted by pigeongirl on Sat, 16 Feb 2008 06:42:00 PST

3

land sandwater...
Posted by pigeongirl on Thu, 14 Feb 2008 08:18:00 PST

colour change

the black and winter whiteof the north traded for fullblaze southern miami light andhalf-rememberedspanish.(now back home:an exchange of swishing palms,and lazy belly conversationsby the pool to flyin...
Posted by pigeongirl on Wed, 13 Feb 2008 03:12:00 PST

last nights street

around midnghtjust the soundof nothing much;a car skidding downthe street, dice beingrolled in an apartment,followed by a drunk guffaw,a window slides shut.no-one outside smoking.except the tall dutch...
Posted by pigeongirl on Thu, 07 Feb 2008 07:13:00 PST

the wind in the pages

the wind ruffledmy pagesvowels shiftedconsonants crasheda word flewup & departed.it was not "good bye"....
Posted by pigeongirl on Wed, 06 Feb 2008 11:27:00 PST

mound:plastic:whitelight

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Posted by pigeongirl on Tue, 05 Feb 2008 06:18:00 PST

going/remembering

in going awayi felt there was nothing i would miss.routine would end.and the days would seemfraught with "anything can happen".& i suppose that's what happened. GOING9.00 am.the shoe shineboy bribs me...
Posted by pigeongirl on Sun, 03 Feb 2008 07:39:00 PST

snow shoes

every day for thepast two weeks myneighbour has put anobject in the street.they've become likean offering; or an alms;someone who needs thisor that, might get it.today, a pair of shoes,bought, in chin...
Posted by pigeongirl on Sun, 27 Jan 2008 03:42:00 PST

dust pan

the day would have gonebetter if i hadn't lost mydustpan, crumbs wouldn'thave lain sleeply on thefloor basking in winter'slight, dust bunnies wouldn't have played in the corners, mating, and somehow c...
Posted by pigeongirl on Fri, 25 Jan 2008 11:42:00 PST