Yes, Karin, I do have 972 blogs.
The Internet called me recently and asked if I’d start a blog of haikus for IT guys. I figured, why not? I’m not that busy.
Phew… the Internet is a demanding master. When we meetup each day, it’s always asking me to look over here, click this link, read this [...]
I have a tendency to slip into foul language when little people are asleep. It’s the side effect of a past life working in the restaurant business where half the employees never escape a room below 110 degrees and only hear the words: “You screwed my order up again” as the nearest thing to praise.
I’ve [...]
That’s the song playing in my head at 5 a.m. over and over. Just the refrain.
Our brains have a huge capacity for self-torture. Why not after all? When we are going day to day through life and hardly feeding them at all, why shouldn’t they wake us up at 5 a.m. with the random awful [...]
I am not sure what I am supposed to say anymore. I feel guarded, though what I am guarding isn’t tangible.
The woman at the food pantry was so frustrated. She didn’t have anything kind to say. She didn’t know me and she still yelled at me.
The happiest moment was still in the snow, the two [...]
I am writing more poems these days. My thoughts are interrupted, and dreamlike. They fly and tumble like monkeys swinging from branches.
These days, I have less less less to say, more times repeated,either writhing or couched in metaphor. I want the eavesdroppers to feel lost, yet satiated, all the same.
I am using rhetorical devices to avoid [...]
At 6:15 a.m., in the dark today, a voice came down through the wires and I felt it. I recognized it.
It was the poetry of my youth, the angst I can only recall theoretically now.
It was carrying on a sedan chair the missed opportunities (what could those be?) that I imagine each day dissolve into yesterday’s twilight.
It [...]
These days, 6 p.m. Friday isn’t just the end of a week.
It’s the sloughing off of another bit of heartache.
It’s the another step up the mountain we are climbing, all of us in the weird extended family. And it is feeling the loose pebbles slithering under our shoes.
On Friday, 6 p.m., I am ready to [...]
(… Things Which Did Not Know They Were Missing)
An old friend found his way back to me tonight. I’ve sent him a note to say hello in the old fashioned way. I’ve emailed him.
I wish I could have said that I used something a bit more archaically romantic– postcard or handwritten letter, but I haven’t [...]
Here’s what’s spinning around, around so much I cant seem to keep myself still for a second to write one post per topic:
1. Ear infection, mine not theirs
2. Lonely, but too busy to feel it.
3. Harvest Festival coming. What am I doing?
4. School looming… Teach and mother at the same time.
5. I have “staff” now. [...]
On the road, in a car, weaving through the hills, we listened alternately to the sound of radio palpitating, or the body sounds the car spewed coughs or chuckles, the careening of hot tires communing with pavement.
That tree flying is a Norway maple, twisting toward the sunlight– just the same as the one, still and [...]
What people think when they read this, if they read this, if they are not me, has no relevance.
This is not written to tell a story about who I am. It is written to tell a story about the possibilities of humanity, and how people filter existence, from moment to moment. We all write our [...]
NPR visited BlogHer 2009 in Chicago this week and raised the issue of blogger ethics that I’ve been ranting about for years now (can you believe I’ve been blogging for YEARS? How weird is that?)
The question is: If a blogger is receiving a product from a company to “review,” what incentive (if you haven’t had [...]
I’m reading Faulkner’s “As I Lay Dying” for my book club, and trying very hard to finish it before Thursday, because after all it is my book club and I should at least be one of the ones who finishes the book.
One of the characters — I am not sure which one, Cora’s husband — [...]
… sounds like love and sounds like a long time and sounds like the pause button sticking. It sounds like fear of a day never ending. All the tiny beads falling sound like my inabilities laughing at me.
It sounds like all the projects gone wrong, and all the imagined friends wandering away. It sounds like [...]
The admin in the English Department thinks I am too hard on my students, I can tell by the look on her face.
I posted a note on mailbox that it is “Closed for portfolio submissions.” This implies, of course, that I haven’t received all of them, and that some of the students (the ones I [...]
