Monthly Archives: August 2011
beating back the elements (the 9th installment of my attempts to make friends with crows)
wilderness=a place not looked after. We went for our annual vacation to a cabin on the Russian River, a moss green trickle that seems less like a river and more like a very long pond. If I didn’t have kids,
beating back the elements (the 9th installment of my attempts to make friends with crows)
wilderness=a place not looked after. We went for our annual vacation to a cabin on the Russian River, a moss green trickle that seems less like a river and more like a very long pond. If I didn’t have kids,
a delicate exoskeleton (chapter 20, part 2)
After Lauren came Kitty and Madeline wearing white smocks, wheeling a cartful of delicate metal tools. Mae walks straight from the shower to the sofa where for nearly two hours they knead and slather and rinse and pluck and pinch
a delicate exoskeleton (chapter 20, part 2)
After Lauren came Kitty and Madeline wearing white smocks, wheeling a cartful of delicate metal tools. Mae walks straight from the shower to the sofa where for nearly two hours they knead and slather and rinse and pluck and pinch
glass balls tied in a rope; a found poem
I have just returned from an extended vacation with my family. It feels like some crazy mommy hijacked my body and took me for a joy ride. They finally found it abandoned by the side of the road and brought
glass balls tied in a rope; a found poem
I have just returned from an extended vacation with my family. It feels like some crazy mommy hijacked my body and took me for a joy ride. They finally found it abandoned by the side of the road and brought
maybe if someone pushed me (chapter 20, part 1)
Ants crawling all over a delicious morsel. That’s what they were like: the trainer, the cosmetologist (or whatever you call the person who fiddles with your skin), the masseuse, the seamstress, the housecleaners, the various assistants and, it would be
maybe if someone pushed me (chapter 20, part 1)
Ants crawling all over a delicious morsel. That’s what they were like: the trainer, the cosmetologist (or whatever you call the person who fiddles with your skin), the masseuse, the seamstress, the housecleaners, the various assistants and, it would be
train of thought
i. Especially on warm nights with the window cracked, I hear the trains. That long moan pulls me out into the sultry, rippling air, over the city to jump onboard an empty boxcar, lean back, and let myself be taken.
train of thought
i. Especially on warm nights with the window cracked, I hear the trains. That long moan pulls me out into the sultry, rippling air, over the city to jump onboard an empty boxcar, lean back, and let myself be taken.
