Friday, March 20, 2009

yarns for the revolution.

I dyed these today. they sure are purdy , no?

if knitting is yr thing....check my shop!...i know....shameless advertising....and not a single creatively analytical thing to say about the state of the world to help balance it out.
i blame neck pain...uh, and the recession....yeah.

Friday, March 13, 2009

running with the dogs

i used to do it when i was a little really little. i was an only child in the country and they were my pals, those dogs. we'd run through trees, chasin' stuff.

as a teenager, w/ out a dog, i'd go to back to where i was a child and run through the hilly woods between ponds and swamps. i liked how i had to dodge and jump. nimble on my toes, i felt like a deer.

i'm trying to run with my dogs here in town. the dog park is all we've got for open space nearby. i don't schlep heavy buckets of feed now, or muck pens or throw bales of hay. city life, under the right circumstances, is so easily sedentary. my wheels spin and spin and spin.

so i run.

now, i'm not a very good runner really. i don't get very far. at all.

but i notice just a bit farther each time. my lungs expanding just a bit more. my abdominals carrying me just a bit better, less impact on my knees.
i like running up hill.

i like how the colors get brighter when i get lots of oxygen.

i like the sound of my breath.

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Sunday, March 1, 2009

open air

i felt it the moment i reached you
felt the vulnerability breech the stone levee
that has separated us

as a matter of course
i wear my heart on my sleeve
vulnerability is my m.o.
i can wield it like a whip or sirens song
shove it deep into my pockets
twirl it in the open air
lay it boldly on the table

my heart

and dinner
and a big somethin outta nothin’
make fire

do what you will.

my bent and rented heart
has reached yours.