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Saturday, November 4, 2006

Making a big, hot fuss about The Killers

In Paramahansa Yogananda's famous "Autobiography of a Yogi," he shares an anecdote about a man who—having reached a state of unutterable bliss (ahimsa) through meditation—faced a conundrum. He had a clerical job with the railroad but found his joyful nightly meditations and increasingly daily... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, October 12, 2006

New Orleans: Fat Tuesday, fat chance

New Orleans, can't we turn back time? Sorry 'bout the flood, it got biblical, I know It's been nine times forty nights and days Without an olive branch for the city built low I miss your moss and I miss your old I miss Creole pride, "Let the bon temps roll" I miss lantern lights and welcoming ways I... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, September 17, 2006

My first attempt at flash fiction. . .

From a writing exercise: Shiori’s parents didn’t know she had no plans to return to Japan at the end of the semester. In fact, Shiori’s parents didn’t know a lot of things. Sometimes she liked to sit at the stiff Ikea desk in her dorm room and write down all the things the Kobayashis didn’t know and... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, August 26, 2006

Nail clippings

Hello, half-moons, fallen like drunks on the bathroom floor I forgot to say thank you for reminding me that I live, cells dividing like frenzied rabbits Look back once before being swept away and smile at this rose, who savors the luxury of growing thorns it never needs —Sarah Torribio Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, August 19, 2006

So apparently it doesn't take a lot of words. ..

to say a lot. I came across this poem by Joseph Hutchinson, quoted in Ted Kooser's "The Poetry Home Repair Manual": Artichoke O heart weighed down by so many wings That's it! That's exactly it, the physical complexity of one of my favorite vegetables, described in 8 words. And at the same time, it... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, August 14, 2006

Yes, people like Patti Smith. . .

make me realize how exceedingly tame I am. I am sometimes sensual, and occasionally sexually frank in my poems. I have even dared, once or twice, to take off what I call my poetic lucha libre mask, in which I hide my feelings and experiences behind "stories" and craft, and dip a toe into the realm... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, August 6, 2006

Dust off my ideas of poetry

Wow! I just came across this poem by Charles Bukowski. I'm awed and embarassed by its truth, filth and passion: Yes Yes when God created love he didn't help most when God created dogs He didn't help dogs when God created plants that was average when God created hate we had a standard utility when... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, June 29, 2006

Melting Away (a song)

* Off my forthcoming album Melting away They were waiting in line at a Tom Petty show She asked him the time He had nothing to say except for “I don’t know” And this is how it started And this is where it ended To her he’s already just another pretty face But he’ll see hers for the rest of his days... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, June 28, 2006

Here I am (a song)

Here I am hanging here by the telephone pushing you aside, pushing him inside Don't even feel like I'm fully grown I'm making mistakes because they make me feel good I'm killing myself just like you should have known I would You see I was never smart enough to make a plan B I always thought forever... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, June 22, 2006

Ever been a musical cliche? Ever delved into rock poetry?

I had something really difficult happen recently. Anyhow, I guess it's like being pregnant and craving pickles and ice cream. I've got to listen to the Smiths. The Smiths, and Morrissey, have always been the most sympathetic and beautiful soundtrack to any kind of pain. And now, I find myself,... Sign in to see full entry.

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