I’m backdating this post to yesterday. Because while I am occasionally grateful for the shortness of February, sometimes I just need a little more time. I’ve been reading a lot of poetry lately. And stories. And for February I was to read a recommended chapbook, so chose Pamela Johnson Parker’s A Walk Through the Memory Palace. [...]
Posts from ‘February, 2010’
Daylighting the Rabbit Hole
March unfolds a new collaborative project for me. And Jenny Chu. You can find out more at Mutating the Signature. (Confession: I’m kind of nervous about creating in public.)
contrails
Contrails stitch the sky. Shears temper waste stream threads. Spin them: boucle, ric-rac, polyfill clouds.
word play
What in God’s Name Was She Thinking? “Use that hacksaw” the frog mutters, her lubricious patter no small work of fiction. A whine from the other side garbles weak dissent, “There’s not enough room to maneuver.” (Odd phrase.) She tenders a crown with red-nailed claws while panic decorates the battered footlocker (stickers read: Kirkuk, Kathmandu) [...]
confessions
It’s harder to be a dilettante than it looks. One has to be able to dibble dabble endlessly, to be reckless and fickle and give no mind to pundits remarks. To flirt, roll up a skirt, unbutton a blouse. But not go all the way. Don’t get paid for — in small measure (flattering) notice [...]
finding pattern
I’ve always been drawn to drawing, to geometric forms, to finding pattern, observing nature. I’m not saying that’s unusual — it’s human nature to create order, find meaning, look for causal relationships. It’s a way of making sense, it’s an attempt to order and control our world. At its heart it is a way to [...]
Wednesday
slow decay seeps, still for the lens wind whips silver grass froth rush music: whooosh a warm sun spins this tender spot a chorus master with deft baton
anniversaries
(Click through to get to larger and uncropped images, as always.) Sandy River Delta (aka 1000 Acres) was gorgeous Friday. Warm weather and blue skies started the walk — and the temperature would beat the average by 14 points. it was warm enough to set the frogs anthem, and to call in a heron to [...]
