Adrienne Rich

"...but you can learn/from the edges that blur/O you who love clear edges/more than anything/ watch the edges that blur..."
-from Contradictions: Tracking Poems

"...we want to live like tress,/ sycamores blazing through the sulfuric air,/ dappled with scars, still exuberantly budding..."
-from Disloyal to Civilization: the Twenty-One Love Poems of Adrienne Rich

"...I choose to be a figure in that light,/ half-blotted by darkness..."
-from 21 Love Poems

I've Been at a Loss For Words, So....

The Winning Hearts and Minds Cake

Rhubarb syrup for soda

The sound the knife makes as I slice through a rhubarb stalk is very pleasing

I'm 32!

Let's Go Sailing- Sideways

Tired

and i'm almost 32.
will the rain hold off for strawberry picking and a picnic?
and there's nothing to write

Thursday in Beantown or Spots of Sun

Blake and I:
speaking truth over honey coffee
and bagels
while the sun shined its shine
and we headed out into sun
not remembering
into books
and sandals
and honey lavender ice cream
into spices and tea and pink velevet salt

In June I've

-Become best friends with my raincoat and rainboots...

-Decided To Never:

live in Portland, Oregon /breed

-Coughed

-Read the whole Twilight series whilst cringing at covers of magazines with "Sexy Vampires in Love" headlines

-Been feeling word-less

Bjork Hyperballad Live (Jools Holland 01.11.96)

Summer Solstice

This First Day of Summer was a drizzly, strawberry picking Father's Day full of noise and beef and Swedish sweet rolls.

THANK GOD FOR IMPERMANENCE

just gray

spring in massachusetts. and it's gray.
gray and rain
and gray and drizzle.
there are kids
hitting kicking punching yelling.
killing ants and screaming.
note to self: never have three children under age six.
note to self: never have children.
but yes, the baby is sweet.
today there was a hole in his sock,
big toe poking through.
he kept trying to eat it.
and yes, the rhubarb is ripe,
the strawberry moon upon us.

NOW I AM

Enjoying...a cold glass of grape juice
Wondering...when i will go to the beach
Marveling...at how it's cloudy almost every day on the east coast
Anticipating...strawberry picking season
Loving...Mom's raspberry rhubarb sauce
Missing...Namdroling
Thinking...where have all my poeoms gone
Wishing...I was more disciplined
Dreading...taking care of three kids again next week