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February 19, 2010

last night my phone rang
while i was in a deep heavy sleep and though i went to sleep expecting the call by the time it came my body had long been abandoned, thrown into a dark mossy well. i was an enormous barnacle covered whale of a thing slithering through mud. it took about a month to discover and operate my arm and then there were words i had to form and though i could sense them floating around in my mind i couldn’t quite reach them and when finally i did my mouth seemed to be lined with felt. i had questions but almost as soon as i thought them i lost interest, all i wanted was to go back into that mossy cave but of course i couldn’t.
i hate when that happens.
 
this morning my ring tone is on continuous play in my head and i’m afraid it’s going to wear tiny holes in my skull and what’s left of my brain will seep out, so i’m looking for a new ring tone.
February 19, 2010

last night my phone rang
while i was in a deep heavy sleep and though i went to sleep expecting the call by the time it came my body had long been abandoned, thrown into a dark mossy well. i was an enormous barnacle covered whale of a thing slithering through mud. it took about a month to discover and operate my arm and then there were words i had to form and though i could sense them floating around in my mind i couldn’t quite reach them and when finally i did my mouth seemed to be lined with felt. i had questions but almost as soon as i thought them i lost interest, all i wanted was to go back into that mossy cave but of course i couldn’t.
i hate when that happens.
 
this morning my ring tone is on continuous play in my head and i’m afraid it’s going to wear tiny holes in my skull and what’s left of my brain will seep out, so i’m looking for a new ring tone.
february 17, 2010

there will be yoga this morning. there will be concentrated noisy breathing and stinky sweat and hopefully dear sweet 7.8 lb baby jesus there will be a loosening of all those gluey joints and at least an hour of no crazy loop thinking just being in this (well padded) bag of bones.
february 17, 2010

there will be yoga this morning. there will be concentrated noisy breathing and stinky sweat and hopefully dear sweet 7.8 lb baby jesus there will be a loosening of all those gluey joints and at least an hour of no crazy loop thinking just being in this (well padded) bag of bones.
february 17, 2010

there will be yoga this morning. there will be concentrated noisy breathing and stinky sweat and hopefully dear sweet 7.8 lb baby jesus there will be a loosening of all those gluey joints and at least an hour of no crazy loop thinking just being in this (well padded) bag of bones.

february 16, 2010
this morning the house feels and looks like a sanctuary, a holy space where peace and tranquility reign supreme throughout the land but where things are slightly off kilter like that potted snake plant aka mother-in-law’s tongue.
that’s the way of it here.
tulip day three
 

february 16, 2010
this morning the house feels and looks like a sanctuary, a holy space where peace and tranquility reign supreme throughout the land but where things are slightly off kilter like that potted snake plant aka mother-in-law’s tongue.
that’s the way of it here.
tulip day three
 

february 16, 2010
this morning the house feels and looks like a sanctuary, a holy space where peace and tranquility reign supreme throughout the land but where things are slightly off kilter like that potted snake plant aka mother-in-law’s tongue.
that’s the way of it here.
tulip day three
 
february 15, 2010

“For ages the fault creeps secret through the rock; in a second, ledge and railings, tourists and turbines all thunder over Niagara. Which snowflake triggers the avalanche?  A house explodes; a star.  In your spouse, so apparently resigned, murder twitches like a fetus. At some trifling new assessment, all the colonies rebel.”
John Barth

february 15, 2010

“For ages the fault creeps secret through the rock; in a second, ledge and railings, tourists and turbines all thunder over Niagara. Which snowflake triggers the avalanche?  A house explodes; a star.  In your spouse, so apparently resigned, murder twitches like a fetus. At some trifling new assessment, all the colonies rebel.”
John Barth

february 15, 2010

“For ages the fault creeps secret through the rock; in a second, ledge and railings, tourists and turbines all thunder over Niagara. Which snowflake triggers the avalanche?  A house explodes; a star.  In your spouse, so apparently resigned, murder twitches like a fetus. At some trifling new assessment, all the colonies rebel.”
John Barth

february 14, 2010
 
the year’s first tulip.
 
happy valentine’s day!
and 
 
 
happy new year!
 
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