Wednesday, July 21, 2010

the carpenter said nothing but

O Oysters,' said the Carpenter,
You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?'
But answer came there none —
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one."

Thursday, July 15, 2010

canoodle playfully, crazily, or not

You know, woozy, half woke-up. And, with that, it felt/feels completely likeable, warm and evocative of a world where people move in and out of space and each other and don’t yank themselves different in the doing so.

Easy ebullient intimacy, I suppose, is what I’m saying. Or close enough.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

sitting bitch

Photo: Scott Pommier via Jen

in my mouth the tea

the parking lot is

crowded and I stand

rattling my keys the car

is empty as a bicycle

what are you doing now

where did you eat your

lunch and were there

lots of anchovies it

From "Morning," by Frank O'Hara

Wednesday, July 7, 2010


Love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory. Milan Kundera
Painting April, 2008, Becca Mann via Now Voyager