If you are anywhere
nearby, show me
anything at all
to prove you do exist:
a poem in a small, soiled
nightie, a lyric
in the sandbox voices
raised in woe. Release a stanza
from the sink’s hot suds
where dirty dishes glow.
Seal a message inside:
to hold on.
exactly how to do it.
Kate Daniels, from “Prayer to the Muse of Ordinary Life,” in The Extraordinary Tide: New Poetry by American Women, ed. by Susan Aizenberg & Erin Belieu (Columbia University Press, 2001) (via apoetreflects)
Oil on canvas
74” x 65”
Sun In An Empty Room- The Weakerthans
"The hands that we nearly hold with pennies for the GST
The shoulders we lean, our shoulders into on the subway, mutter an apology
the shins that we kick beneath the table, that reflexive cry
the faces we meet one awkward beat too long and terrified
know the things we need to say (sun in an empty room)
and said already anyway (sun in an empty room)
by parallelograms of light (sun in an empty room)
on walls that we repainted white (sun in an empty room)”
Alejandra Pizarnik, section 6 of “Diana’s Tree,” from Alejandra Pizarnik: Selected Poems, trans. by Cecilia Rossi (Waterloo Press, 2010)
Goodbye Lone Tree, Hello Denver
After 3+ months in the corporate and commercial wasteland that is Lone Tree, we are moving into Denver.
We’re having a near-all night packing fest today.
I’m excited and happy. There have been some new updates in my life, as well, and I’m thrilled to share them with you.
When I get a more stable job
with an income that can support my life here, I will:
put 5% of my paycheck into a savings account for my mother
put 5% of my paycheck into savings for a car
put 5% of my paycheck into savings for a home
The Job Search: the application questions are getting more and more patronizing.
My Black Friday Brag: original price $22; I got it for $3 with $10 in Birchbox Points and 40% off.