I am grateful that even though I haven’t posted in here, the gratitude gang is still here, going strong.
I am grateful Niel commented on Samuel’s YouTube video. (He thought it was so cool, Niel, that you live in South Africa yet came to visit his video! It isn’t the moon, I wanted to tell him, simply a different part of our planet. LOL)
I am grateful for my morning coffee.
I am grateful for shifting perspectives, toward the positive.
I am grateful for Cameron, who swept me away and off to The Getty Museum yesterday. It was the first day I felt calm, completely, for the past two weeks. Needed it.
I am grateful I got some fun shots with my camera yesterday, becoming even more intimate with art…
I am grateful for you, reading…. 3 years ago
the other day, “If we win a million dollars, I will buy you a new desk, Mommy.”
I recently cleared everything off my Writing Porch. It is completely empty. The space we used to sit each morning is devoid of anything. A white canvas, waiting.
Samuel wants it to have a desk, so I can sit & write and usher in the morning there again. He knows how happy it made me.
How I love my son….. 3 years ago
the space between
right above my nose,
I feel the triple
threaten to drip
why does this transparent portrait
of collaborative love cause this
uncodified ache coursing through
my center from brow to belly to
the cracks in my heels
blood barren, dry, emptied
dust covered all remain
unspoken for language will not
can not know how to form around
this mammoth pilgrimage of
oppressive heat bars me from
dust covered box somewhere
out there in the great unknown
does it or 3 years ago
I tweeted that something wasn’t working on 43things and now it is. So for the first time I complained on twitter and things changed.
I think that counts as new and fulfilling. Do you? 3 years ago
I planted a pumpkin plant in my backyard so that this year’s jackolantern will be home grown. YAY!!!
(I have always wanted to do that!) 3 years ago
a story slam contest.
I know, you would think with my theater background this would be a natural but I was scared, wasn’t even going to enter but I did and I won.
(I thought it was pretty cool!) 3 years ago
I am grateful for my friend, Mel, whose birthday is today.
I am grateful for first friday, which was such a good time.
I am grateful for the trip to the East Bay, had such a blast there.
I am grateful for the Poetry Walk in Berkeley. Fantastic.
I am grateful for poets, all across the world, who write and perform with passion that overflows amongst us.
I am grateful. 3 years ago
So tell me
it is to step into
the repellent stench
of unsalvaged heart
try to break it to me
anything but gently
as the worn out cliches
bumble their ways out
of mouths doing a dueling
banjos of poetic whining
about how my life my experiences
my whatever the fuck is up next
in this self indulgent word orgy
is ten times worse, at least,
What will it be next?
The lack of sexual climax – ever?
The curly hair you wear as a
result of your Semetic forebears
smashed into a cattle car smiling?
alcoholism smashed into a
swallowed gold fish metaphor
I hear you, poetic friends
and I love you for your words
but I ask you how does this
With the rage I feel when I
shout from deep in my gut
at Fabian, to put down his
flashy smart phone and
never and I mean never ever
again have the audacity
to strip me from my rightful
position as Mayor of Dagnys
Who does he think he is,
stealing my rightful place on
the throne of Zambien Zing
and Vanilla latte’s or oh,
those tasty chocolate scones
and toasted just right sesame bagels
I worked long and hard for this
job and if you don’t dismantle
your foursquare connection things
will get ugly. I may have taken the
mayor reins of a random BART Station
in Oakland and Cupcake Corner and
the Coalinga Cows but it
makes my stagnant welt of
cancerous boils fester with
poisonous wrath to know that
you, Fabian, besides being blessed
by your unthinking parents at birth
with a completely wretched name
you had to log on and tear away
my favorite claim to anything
worthwhile and meaningful
you have done me wrong
and I will not
bear witness never
Fabian 3 years ago
and had a blast. My Poetry Fire was like a magnet… 3 years ago
Cameron, Emma and I went to Los Angeles to see “Poetry” a Korean film that was fantastic, absolutely fantastic.
Emma exclaimed, “I forgot I was reading subtitles!” just like I promised her. 3 years ago
I am getting more serious about promotion. This is a huge deal for me. 3 years ago
Today I am grateful for…
1. The fun, carefree time with Emma and Samuel today. It was so balanced in fun, day-to-day chores, errands, reading, creating… perfect.
2. My time with Josh, Jennie and Emma yesterday.
3. Remembering how fun no-purpose flirting can be.
4. Strike for STAGE DOOR was easy and even a teensy bit fun.
5. Fresh strawberries
bonus: working out on Samuel’s wii fit (which makes him so happy!) 3 years ago
“Oh, is this your buried treasure? The light in the heart.” 3 years ago
it was about time to get into the swing.
I bought some tiles yesterday from the Re-Store with the intention of making word-love art: specifically quotes from women writers/artists who inspire me.
I’ll start adding quotes here with my next post.
Phew! That felt good! 3 years ago
My creative spirit continues to take the reins in my life and hey, for now I am not fighting it at all. 3 years ago
a fun time at the cast party for Stage Door last night
a good night’s sleep where the duvet was a necessary part of it
Katherine’s willingness to log in on foursquare – so I know where she is while she is visiting Davis
the high number of friends I have who really care about me ~
the used bookstore final sale today… and the treasures I always manage to find at thrift stores and the Re-Store and every place else I go to find things to upcycle, etc…. 3 years ago
I feel like my spirit is being whittled down. 3 years ago
I am grateful for my writing porch
I am grateful for my cup of Dunkin Donuts coffee
I am grateful for the plentiful images to write, to ponder, to dissect constantly appearing right in front of me
I am grateful for voices
I am grateful for open spans of time to create
I am grateful Monday will be here soon
I am grateful 3 years ago
for the movie Poetry directed by Lee Chang-dong…
for Emma’s willingness to watch a subtitled film only to discover (as I told her) soon, you will forget you are reading subtitles. She did.
for very cool cemeteries in tucked away places
for laughter over unusual things
for passionate living, no matter what
for you 3 years ago
My voice turned into a squeak when I saw the three baby skunk tails Samuel discovered across the street from the mallards at Hart Park. 3 years ago
I am grateful for…
1. the surprise of late Spring rainy mornings
2. productive rehearsals filled with people I enjoy
3. places to go that fill me with joy
4. silly photography
5. sentient sunsets 3 years ago