My first marathon |
my first marathonPandora AndreaGASTELUM bib number 591.New Orleans, LA Feb 01, 2009 26.2 miles completed in 04:30:07. Of 2529 total runners i was the 51st woman and the 238th person to cross the finis...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Feb 2009 07:42:00 GMT |
fits and starts |
the movements of my life tend to be large. more rachmaninoff than bacharach, the changes are broad and notable as sabre slashes. i die a thousand times a year. my poor face can't keep up so it's locke...
Posted by on Fri, 09 Jan 2009 17:08:00 GMT |
headless butterfly |
among the last of my mornings in the village of the mud mongering grandmother, one of the dozen farm dogs who'd viciously bark and give chase to my run through the pastures finally gave me the bite he...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Jul 2008 05:25:00 GMT |
life as a monster |
in this year overburdened by impossible goodbyes, i'd simply forgotten to miss taiwan. i've taken the double life summer dive headfirst into color i never can suffer at home. the electric magenta hibi...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Jun 2008 07:41:00 GMT |
vi |
in the spring before the storm i saw the first of my ' sisters' married. the shades were drawn on my wounded heart but my mind was wide and roaming. and prowling the crowd in a sun colored gown, snapp...
Posted by on Wed, 27 Feb 2008 09:24:00 GMT |
my grandfather’s fruit trees |
i find myself repositioned within my conscript's path, submerged into channels of - belonging- that have been running concurrent to my life all this singular while in a muted and unseen periphery. th...
Posted by on Thu, 03 Jan 2008 13:57:00 GMT |
terra infirma, acqua obscura |
it's been an age since i've written and i'm feeling the pressure. feelings too private and situations too complex but still day of the dead has come and gone again and here i find myself bereaved and ...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Nov 2007 08:17:00 GMT |
my dad |
i am an ophelia. my parents were ophelias before me. we are strong but fragile people. ours is a story of magic and tragedy, a private world of legends and phantom rivers.
on july...
Posted by on Sat, 21 Jul 2007 13:50:00 GMT |
mountain trails and medicine |
run up a mountain at the break of day. it is at this time that the damp earth breaths into your mouth like a lover, the smells of flowers, ripening fruit, decaying plant and animal information and ove...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Jun 2007 07:30:00 GMT |
Mysteries and maledictions |
We are living in a town of witches. Or so our bizarre and wicked turns of fortune seems to imply. Miscommunication- misinformation- and a general air of -missing- has led us not to the mountains...
Posted by on Sun, 10 Jun 2007 21:58:00 GMT |
