Monday, January 17, 2011

R.O. T. C. / Child

Tell me if we’re bringing you down

Taking back the beautiful invitation

To drop in upon those nations

Class = common noun


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Sunday, January 16, 2011

Read

Falling into holes

to keep on dancing

yes, keep on dancing

 

this common bird

sees love beyond

your ability to love


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Saturday, January 15, 2011

All by myself

My awesome M.I.L. came over to take the kids off to a sleepover at her place. 

I can't imagine that I did, but I must have looked wistful as I tugged mittens over my little kid kittens, because she asked if I was going to be okay. 

That made me break out in a huge smile because--What!? Are you kidding me?! 

But I gave her a big wink and said in my hammiest voice--I'll be ok, I'll find a way to manage.

But just to be sure, I texted Big A who's finishing up his charts at the E.R.:
"Safe to come home. Kids gone."

It's a movie and dive bar kinda night. If. 

IF Big A comes home soon.

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Friday, January 14, 2011

Living January

Is to dream

of one blade of sea

on the far

side of a sandbox

 

Is to think skin

is no boundary

to waves

volatile as time

 

Is to plant

footprints and undress

prophecies too

delicate to translate

 

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Thursday, January 13, 2011

New appointee?

 

Big A:  I was going to look at Haitian protest posters to design an introductory diagnostic for the postcolonial course.

Me: Ohh… (wishing I had thought of it first)

And I got my wish, because Big A seems to have some awesome pedagogical ideas--but only in *my* dreams :).


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Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Prayer

Raise these ashes of snow.
Pace this abyss,
dismiss.
Ascend.
Upend.
Know,
flow.

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Yet another snow day. White-out appointments and plans. I try to be understanding about the aesthetic-emotional compulsion for a white Christmas. But who needs snow after Dec 25th? Whoever you are, know that you're on my pout list.

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Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Touch

 

Gift:

your reaction that continues mine

Sign:

the welcome of vulnerable circles 

 

this shushing of feet

through memories

then letting them go

to land unplanned

 

Letting it all go.

So. I lean forward listening

--alone like a colony--

and I know exactly who you are.


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all the things

I managed to do all the things today: I'm mostly packed (carry-on only for two weeks). Took Nu to see Sinners  again per request. (My TH...