Category: general

07
May
2006

THIS USERPIC IS EERILY REFLECTIVE OF HOW MY EYES LOOK RIGHT NOW, ONLY MINE ARE REDDER

I was early to our choir concert today and I sat out in the garden to wait and I closed my eyes and lifted my face to the sunlight and burned the insides of my eyelids to red. Behind my eyes the red intensified and it glowed molten and got richer and deeper and orange (orangier?) with every second. I kept thinking it would go black but it never did and then I couldn’t stand it anymore and I had to open them and cool them off with the sight of white hyacinth and wind-blowsy daffodils. Spring has boiled over...

06
May
2006

FISHING FOR COMPLIMENTS

Hrm…note to self: poetry and singing posts gather no comments. Or else it’s the dead weekend posting zone. Or else everyone is out of town. When did I become so needy addicted to dependent on interested in the responses and reactions from the figments people inside my computer? Hrm, indeed. I know! I’ll try posting my 2 latest pages from my collage book! Hey, you! Look, over here! Something shiny! (See all the collage pages so far…)

04
May
2006

POETRY THURSDAY

I don’t remember when I started writing poetry, it seems to always have been a part of my life. I have poems in scrapbooks that I wrote when I was a freckled adolescent, odes to the cats and my friends. Poetry was all around me, it seemed. There were funny little rhymes and free-form snippets in my Highlights, angsty teen horribilus later carefully cut out of Seventeen magazine and pasted lovingly onto construction paper, heavy hardback Children’s Encyclopedias full of classic poetry and fairytale stories that my mom read at bedtime, and which I still have, battered and tattered with...

03
May
2006

SING OUT LOUD, SING OUT STRONG

Sing in the car the whole way there, along the highway and up the hill, while the sky blazes blue around you. A tiny bird darts zippity up, first a no-winged bullet, then an aeroplane. Airplane should always be spelled with ‘aero’ instead. It seems more…aerodynamic, somehow. Sing as you drive up the road and down again, searching for a parking place along the edges of the park. Usually parking is no problem, but tonight it’s jampacked up one side and down the other. Is there something going on at the Stadium? In the park? Just people out enjoying the...

02
May
2006

SHORT ATTENTION SPAN THEATER

When Anders came back from Italy last week, he brought home pasta. Not just any pasta, but most especially not the kind you think of when you think of Italian pasta. No, he brought home Mickey Mouse pasta, Winnie-the-Pooh pasta, Zoo pasta, and best of all, just to get a rise out of Karin: Disney PRINCESS pasta! You can get her going just by murmuring “pretty pretty princess” under your breath; and although we try to minimize such teasing it’s not easy to restrain ourselves because she takes it so seriously and makes such hilarious faces while she stomps around...

01
May
2006

TIME KEEPS ON SLIPPIN’ SLIPPIN’ SLIPPIN’ INTO THE FUTURE

I had dirt under my nails today for the first time in god knows how long. I love green and growing things but gardening? Is not one of my passions. However, in the great job jar of life, the front yard flower bed and the little bed under the kitchen window had my name on them this morning and I could no longer avoid their accusing looks. So I went out there and weeded the damn things and then I loosened and raked up all the dirt. I didn’t water because it rained ALL DAY yesterday. And then I went...

28
Apr
2006

TODAY IS THE FIRST FRIDAY OF THE REST OF MY LIFE

On April 28th, 2004, the sun was shining in an electric-blue sky and Anders was gone for a week to Italy, which meant I had to take the kids with me to choir that night. On April 28th, 2005, the leaves were greening, the house was flooded with evening sunshine and an airplane had delivered a loved one safely home. Also, the children did not have headlice. On April 28th, 2006, the sun has been shining all day in an electric-blue sky, and Anders has been gone for a week to Italy, which meant I had to take the kids...

27
Apr
2006

POETRY THURSDAY

I have rain on the brain. This is not an unusual state of affairs in southern Sweden, where it rains a LOT. The Pacific Northwest ain’t got nothing on us. The saying, “April showers bring May flowers” was actually invented in Sweden, but the original goes more like this: “January, February, March, April, May and sometimes June showers…” It rains an average of 164 days a year in Sweden. More in the south, I’m pretty sure. My fingertips are permanently raisined and we won’t even talk about my hair. So without further ado, I present 3 excellent poems about rain....

26
Apr
2006

MOVE ALONG, THERE’S NOTHING TO SEE HERE

I want to write, but I can’t seem to get going. I can’t seem to find a subject or a story or a line of words in a row that will stoke the engine and prime the pump. Have I run out of words or just out of steam? Maybe I’m just in reading mode. Maybe I have lost a part or worn it out. There’s no ork in me. I like the word ork. I can’t even think what the correct translation is in English. It’s not really motivation, and it’s not really energy, although it has elements of...

24
Apr
2006

THE PICTURE NEXT TO DISREPUTABLE IN THE DICTIONARY

All the cats in my life, from the time I was a child, have been, for the most part, well-groomed and personable. Sure, they had their little quirks, but they were generally approachable and polite. Tish was the first in a long series of Siamese that became a part of our family. She traveled with us to Europe and back again six years later, and lived to the ripe old age of 17. We added more Siamese to the household over time, some strays, some not, a string of loud-mouthed, lovable characters that populated my childhood and teenage years: Woodstock,...

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