Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Five Points


Fingertips strike out seconds, push
along in a jagged momentum. You,
wrapped up in blankets, poetry and
careless entropy. 

We strive to cross off our time
together. I offend you when I laugh
loudly but my quiet mouth
puts you on edge. Your chatter
marks away more light.

A bottle full of water is best left
untouched, save it for a rainy day.
I hop from one foot to the next
waiting for hours to melt me back
onto a train, heading home. 

It’s been awhile since we laughed
over vapid movies and I smelled
your raw scent.  Open a bottle
of wine, pour us a taste.  We belong
in a song’s refrain.

Six a.m. writing lines, a nest of notes
built of scrap paper bloom at the bottom
of my purse.  I promise to throw out
the next poem about rain no matter
where we wind up. 

Black ashes and oil across our foreheads
ten lives out of mind.  You are concrete
when you cough, second hand moves
only when the scaffolding comes off.

Keep talking without stopping, so what
if I’ve left the room.  A dark sky, a red hand,
a grey goose circumscribes the dull ache of living.             


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Sunday, March 30, 2014

Winter Fire

I sit in the mind of the snowfall
blanket the earth into slumber
come spirits and visions
insect-ideas writhe under flesh
itch the skin, bubble along a surface
shovel snow off a balcony, a frigid day
cold seeps into bones, etch marks
cools the hunger, a fire-thirsty brain
mother’s expectations press down
excess flesh bears up the burden well
dogs bark to scare a black squirrel
who sits on the fence eating a nut.

I enter the music of a dreaming cat
stretched out against an in-box
come prophesies and cantos
delight on a soft woman’s belly
gravity and age pull her breasts down-
ward point the way to her thighs
or a wet sex or the earth or the coffin
or the grave, thin red lines bury me alive
dark matter, universe turned upon itself
white dwarf star collapsed
meteor shower covers us in stardust
tastes of wine, cold space and silence.

I walk on the wing of an owl
reminded of acts of flight
come incantations and elders
read psalms with open hands
soft fingertips, curled tongues
longing to be a version of God
stretched across night clouds
illuminated by the full moon
shaking away a webbed cloak
of tangled sorrow, movements
loosen the knot, ride out a wave
of wind, flood the tongue, wisdom.
   

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Saturday, March 29, 2014

LA is M.I.A in NYC

For the record, I know I have been M.I.A. for quite some time.  I did not fall off the face of the earth although at times it kind of felt that way. My life has been in serious need of some adjustments.

Although, I wanted to start my own editing business...things have detoured a bit from that plan. Instead I landed a full-time permanent gig working as an executive assistant. God! to have decent medical coverage again makes this such a huge relief.  The people I work with are genuinely decent and respectful folks and I'm really grateful for the work and the steady paycheck. It also gives me breathing room to deal with some ongoing health issues as well as time for my creative writing.

I wish I could say that these past few months I have been writing up a storm but alas, I spent a lot of time curled up in the fetal position unable to face making decisions on my novel, on what my next move would be, on what I wanted for myself...you get the picture.  I spent time tutoring (homework duty) with my young nieces (6 year old and 8 year old), binging on two seasons of House of Cards, catching up with my reading, taking care of an ailing body. Basically, trying to sort myself out. Hibernating inside my crabby shell.  

March 3rd I started my new job and my day-to-day changed drastically. I am learning the way this office works, learning new systems, trying to gain adequate access to half a dozen different applications. The stress level is low which is really good. My days are full and by the time I make it home, I've been crashing.  It's been an adjustment but I'm hanging in there. Yay!

Let's see, so much to catch up on but I'm going to pace myself today.  
I'm currently reading an anthology of short sci-fi stories.  It's okay...nothing has excited me quite yet.
The last movie that I saw and that I thoroughly enjoyed was Spike Jonze's HER.  Loved it!!
Just saw the finale to the sc-fi show Helix.  Lots of interesting questions are coming up and I look forward to another season in 2015.
And last week's episode of the Good Wife and Being Human (US ver) left me in a state of shock.  Yes, I am completely hooked.
The three songs that I have on heavy rotation are Pharrell's Happy, Hall & Oates' ManEater, Dawn & Hawkes' cover of I've Just Seen A Face (I've attached the song below in case you wanna listen).
The last play that I went to see was The Architecture of Becoming...it was a collaboratively written piece (never a good idea) Altho' it had some decent moments, what connected the stories was flimsy at best.  I wanted more of the surreal elements they promised at the beginning of the play to play out in a grander way but by the end is was all a big let down.
I know I'm late to the party on this one but I just started watching Game of Thrones, Season 1. Really enjoying the twists and turns...I know there is more to come but I am taking my sweet time with this one.
I've also started writing up a sketch of a monologue. A tiny ember of an idea is surfacing and I wrote what I could of it earlier today.  More to come.
I've also had some groovy dinners with friends: Katt, Yoav, Christine, William, Brenda and skype visits withTony...so glad they are in my life. :-)


Gosh, so that does it for me.  I am going to try to get back on a weekly schedule with these blog entries again but no big promises. In the meantime, I am getting back to work on my writing schedule as well as trying to figure out a decent exercise schedule.  All for now.  

Peace,
L~


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