Thursday, August 29, 2013

All I Want To Know

I woke up today thinking of these lines:

I get the news I need on the weather report
Oh, I can gather all the news I need on the weather report

From this song.

Some days it's all I want to know.

Monday, August 19, 2013

To Be Heard

Notebook, 2012

Inspired by Alexandria and her link to this post, I have a question for all of you out there who write.

Why writing?/Why do you write?

I was trying to think of my own answer and the first thing to come to mind was, to be heard, which is funny because no one can hear the words I type on my keyboard or write in my notebook.

What's the first thing that pops into your mind? Feel free to be brief or expansive.


Wednesday, August 14, 2013


 Sausalito, 2013

They all nod in recognition.
I'm baffled, yet
nod along.

I read every line and see
nothing but murk.

Keep reading. In time
it will make sense.

Quiet persistence. A few of us
still believe in it. I am
one of the few.

Once in a while
I will swim up
from the bottom, eyes
just above the surface.

Is it safe out there?

And my voice, raspy
from silence, will share with you
what I believe.

Monday, August 12, 2013

Monday Morning

The Geranium, 2013

Walk beneath a dull sky.
Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror, pages 1-4.
A boiled egg.

Sunday, August 4, 2013

Contemplating a Small Collection of Mary Ruefle's Sentences

Curved stems, wood fired pots, a pig., 2013

Two plastic champagne glasses, pink and purple larkspur, an ear. 

A lemon, a dime, a diamond ring, a parachute. 

An envelope, addressed but otherwise empty, a piece of gum in silver paper, a packet of nasturtium seeds, and a button.
-Sentences excerpted from the chapter MY EMILY DICKINSON in Madness, Rack, and Honey.
-The photograph title is mine.