I spritz the money tree with water. It’s hot here today and the particles sparkle over the plant lovingly, and I hope it feels it is on a tropical vacation instead of dehydrating slowly in someone else’s house. The money tree– Dug– belongs to Donny and I am plantsitting while work that needs to get […]
Sometime in the dark of early morning, I shook a fluffy blanket out and made tiny lightning. I spread my arms wide and parachuted a miniature sky of spark and star. I forget that static electricity looks the way it looks. Most days, it’s an invisible thing, a small jaw snapping at my ankles across […]
Today, my color is blue like the part of the flame that knows how to stay, like the mirror glint shaken off the magpie’s shoulders to refill to the sun. Bursted plum-blue like the rough-kissed feet of a ballerina as she glides and bends in a smock of white feather and perfect stretch. You could […]
Sometimes I wonder if anyone who really loves the quiet of morning has ever stayed awake through the night. Or if we just have different quiets, different mornings, different nights. Sometimes I wonder if everyone is really living in an alternative universe and we just occasionally bump into each other. We’d be kinder to each […]
I’ve been a bad communicator lately. I only initiated a real conversation maybe once or twice in a month where I wrote almost 3 hours worth of reading. For NanoPoblano, I left over 1500 comments on participating blogs, and read every post that went along with them. Part of me wants to blame that for […]
I like to grate the frozen butter more than I like to eat the biscuits, more than I like doing most things. I like the butter most in states of least resistance, when it is content enough to forgo spitting, when it reshapes itself as easily as one would step out of a silken, pale […]
My roommate has interrupted the writing of this post three times already and I’ve only been writing for ten minutes. Every time he interrupts, I start a new post because the old one stops making any sense. He’s not an overly chatty person so I like to spend time with his thoughts when he wants […]
Sometime yesterday I wrote to myself that today’s post would be: Like a pomegranate. After the peeling, but before the seed gets stuck between your teeth. Stay in the pop. Like most notes I leave myself, this is (quite obviously) not helpful. Try grocery shopping for a mouth couch or a freezer hug. Yesterday I […]