Ah. The confessional.
Mark’s family is in from out of town. A niece and husband with their set of seven year old twins and a five year old. Plus they brought Mark’s nephew’s set of twins, 14-ers.
They are only staying a few days and not all of them are at our small house. The youngest is [...]
Posts from ‘June, 2009’
forgetting it was Tuesday
Talking to the past is as good as reading fiction
Talking to the past is as good as reading fiction
My hand is tethered
to vellum and stained
a favored drawing ink: sepia.
New is old and old is renewed.
Scars are imprinted
on so many onion skins —
a bibliography was consulted.
(But the wrong records were retained.)
Fold my fingers
over yours — as dry as bark —
drape an arm. Tonnage of years
moldering [...]
what did Title IX mean for you?
This week is the 37th anniversary of Title IX, the 1972 federal legislation that required schools to fund athletics equally, for males & females. When it went into affect only 7% of girls participated in sports. These days more than 40% of girls participate.
It affected me. I was a freshman in high school in 1972. [...]
confessions version 06.23.09
I told myself I would stop having mid-week cocktails. I haven’t.
I thought about joining a choir this week that is singing poetry (William Stafford set to song). How cool is that? Then I listened/watched their last performance. I can’t do it. It seemed such a great idea — I am not that talented, but I [...]
Protected: Toodooze week of June 22
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toodooze
I’m thinking my “toodooze” are obnoxious … but want to keep doing them for myself, and yet “allow” those who might be morbidly curious to gander. So I am pass-wording them.
You can easily guess the password if you use an eight-letter made-up word that happens to have four Os in it. ;-}
The garlic lover’s conundrum
I’ve loved garlic ever since my best buddy in college, Linda, introduced me to the fresh stuff in the late 1970s. She came from a well-to-do family of Italian heritage. She loved lots of fresh garlic and would double or triple any recipe’s allotment. My family was lower-middle class blue-collar from the mining communities of [...]
The second time I thought I died I was not swimming
The second time I thought I died I was not swimming
I thought I was brave,
wore a modest bikini,
bared to surf with no skills
the ocean bade — it traded in
rip tides and undertow.
My twenty-sixth year
wanted a love I shouldn’t.
Sky warmed cool waves
Bobbed me past breakers.
Why not this one? – I glide.
Skid into a spin. Aha, ‘Maytagged.’
Sometimes [...]
my friend says it was 8-10 miles, my legs say 9 this morning
The last day of calendar spring was cool and moist in Oregon, so a couple of hiking friends and I went to Multnomah & Wahkeena Falls instead of hiking “views.”
The last time I did this loop was about three years ago on a very hot August day with Mark & Danielle. It is always a [...]
a (one) reading list for the next 13 months
My reading-for-writers group met earlier this week and made our selections for the next year (one book per month starting in July). I am excited by the breadth of the list , which was purposeful — we wanted to expand our reading to include all kinds of genres thinking, why not? why not mix it [...]
