tulips
stand
stalk, straight
and erect
asperous shades of pink
babies breath, tot sized
outlined edges
perfect and poised in their imperfection
better at the anticipation of opening
the reveal
they loom over pansies as
tiny taxidermists
too close to the earth for their own good.

yesterday

i dipped my toes in the ocean
scaled rocks barefoot
cut my foot on a barnacle
erudite into summer

i saw a seagull skip triumphant over waves
his new catch dangling from his beak
and gave a sand crab a proper burial

with my feet under water i heard
'wow. she's so brave'.

little sprout.

lucy spent the weekend in the foot doctors sunny window
she grew a new sprout!

visions of kings and bounty
revelling in new poetry you need to be taken care of

delight in meeting strangers for coffee
smiling eyes in the elevator
blank spaces with nothing to say













wednesday.

celebration.

fighting with family is not unlike nails on a chalkboard
weirdly satisfying
in a you-know-it-irritates-everyone-around-you
sort of
way
and tumbling down comes all that shit that you had so neatly stock-piled
in the closet
underneath mis-matched sheets and the cats old flee collar
the weak link

i love this postcard... its not relevant subject material in my life right now (thank fuck!!) but it has been and i know many people who would propel

great sighs at the sight if it.

staring at a blank monday-morning type screen i fear i have writers block/ i feel as tho there are several things thriving under the service... just over the past few days turnabouts... maybe, roots pushing up or stones that skip/ this life/ i am thrilled

blessed with... friends that are unrelenting in their support and belief in me

waking just before 4.48... thinking about panic and choosing not to/ thinking about coffee, sweet milk, and turnips


monday.

random.

i knew it!!/ i heard on the news this morning that for up til' 5 days after daylight saving's it's 'proven' that humans make more costly error's/ time will frog with ya' and time will save ya'/ it's a glorious thing/ weather station amy told me that i didn't need an umbrella today so i got a tad damp on the way to work... but i think she's right about the cloud clearing/ it should be a fairly attractive one out there eh'?/ i would really like a tractor, a pinny, and some cows/ tonight at my bookclub we will be discussing never let me go by kuzuo ishiguro/ it was interesting... i think it should prove to be a fruitful discussion... it kind of reminded me of a lesser version of some of margarate atwood's work especially the handmaids tale and oryx and crake/ i enjoyed it well enough/ it's flawed but i definetly wanted to continue reading/

there's a beautiful spotted leopard on my calender/ lean and gracefull and quiet/

i do.

time screw with you/ thats what im gonna call it/ hehehe... 'i am time and i'm gonna f*#@k with yer head'.../ sneaky bugger/ woke up at 4 this monday morning and laid awake talking to frida and bobbi for over an hour until the alarm went and i had to rushrushrush to get to work... what happened to me? i always used to be so punctual... i remember always being the early one and saying if ever i'm late LOOK for me!! cause something will be wrong/ 'don't you get tired of yourself'?


next.



went and saw The Prodigal Son on Saturday night/ nice to see some solid work/ inspiring/ i LOVE the theatre!!!!!!!!!!/ ohmygodwhatamidoingimworkinginanofficegetoffyourmotherfuckingfatassyoulazytartandgetmoving/ thats the voice i have to deal with everytime i see a good piece that inspires me/ fuck/ its hard/ 'you must get tired of yourself'.



i love my neighbourhood/ especially when the nights are long/ going for walks before the sun goes down and the descent of passangers becomes quiet/