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Pharmacological Fog

Recapturing yourself will be easy.

White still in the bedroom,

structure from private, necessary snow.

dreaming of silence.

Your mind is a playground of artillery.

 

Capturing the sense of yourself will be hard,

Lost 2 feet tall in a field of chaff.

The women have needles and no yarn.

A man sits toward the curdling sun,

his face a mouth.

 

Sound your siren song

A gentle offering of wisteria wishes

and sulking letters.

Give her a sonorous rope to tie round her wrist

a little balloon bobbing desperately toward mass.

 

Engagement, Old Friends, Bunnies

I’ve been going through old photos on an old laptop and I have a bunch that I want to post. These photos are all from when Craig and I were engaged, and early in our marriage. It’s quite a walk down memory lane.

This was taken at my friend Emily’s wedding, where I was a bridesmaid. A few weeks later we had our own wedding.

Emily and I!

Out at lunch together.

Adopting Autumn

Scrapbooking! Cell phone cameras used to suck so bad.

Uncle Jerry and Craig

Jack, the best bunny ever. Loving, nondestructive, fun. He died a few weeks before the baby died of old age.

My handsome man when we were newly weds!

I’d never wear something that low cut now.

World of Coke in Atlanta!

Visiting Virginia Tech. Me standing in front of the dorm I lived in freshman year, Lee Hall.

In front of Drill Field at War Memorial.

 

Midwest

Fuzzy snowmen smell like turpentine.

Why all this wistful wind,

this heavy quiet,

these creative snowmen dancing in slow motion

to no music?

Not inaudible music,

or even illegible sound,

but nothing at all-

Machines with no factory.

This snow  covers a ghost city.

The children scattered and died.

Yes, I am freezing.

Would you like to dance?

Churches

Church of memoir,

of discovery,

of chants.

Cloistered in my name are ten lives

I did not live

in favor of a sublime 11th.

What is better than best?

What can joy can be discarded for ecstasy?

The taste of salt lines my mouth

when I look back.

 

 

translated to Xhosa, Afrikaans, and back

Church of Love

 

I find joy

while I lay cloistered in my ten lives.

Auroras swirl beyond my reach.

They will not live.

There is a reason I am so inordinately fond of 11.

What is better than a lot?

 

Why have I ignored peace?

 

It tasted of salt in my mouth.

Power lines guiding me back home.

 

 

Church of Love

Separate the gaiety from the joy.

Lonely in my ten lives,

they live,

it is as though they live without me.

How do I dispose of gaiety?

Of me?

Comparison

Bride of comparison,

you have found me

living through lacy love letters

to the glowing voice of the world.

I have loved and lived

and lavished

like a euphoric angel,

all over the world.

See how North America quakes beneath my hands?

Hear the tender whispers of my name from Europe.

I am tired of molds and braces and boxes.

What They have is not better than what I have.

Always They come with a capital T and claws.

They possess than,

But I hold hands with then,

and waltz over the sea.

3 Poems in a Minor Key

An envelope locked out of sight,

buttercups giggling in the fields –

and then a pink fog rolls over the view.

It is all so dreamy.

Don’t bring a mirror here.

 

Gloomy, graceful ghosts

lounge under the beach umbrella.

They are nudists.

They are like frosted glass.

No sunburns will befall them

as they get drunk

and carouse on the beach where they

washed ashore.

 

Welcome to the Life Center

With sparkly resources to help you warm winter.

Are you a cartwheel?

A suspicious glance?

A still wind?

We can help you get back to work.

We offer many courses:

Earth Spinning

Bone Knitting

Light Painting –

and certifications in

Prebirth Fantasy,

Pain Sculpture

Freeway Fashion.

Visit us today in the building of roses,

at the corner of Air and Fire.

Moyock, North Carolina

I’ve decided to write about Moyock, North Carolina in the hopes that I might meet other bloggers and writers in Moyock, Elizabeth City, and the surrounding area in Currituck and the Outer Banks. Whenever I read my blogging magazines I’m always struck by how many bloggers meet other bloggers and crafters because they find out from one another’s blogs that they are writing from the same place. I’d love to meet another blogger in Moyock. Surely there must be one, although it is a small town. But I can’t be the only one here dreaming out loud on the internet.

I blog from deep in Moyock in a little yellow cottage with white shutters and a room over the garage. It is a new house with lots of windows. We built it from the ground up, choosing the floor plan and the cabinets and counter tops. My rooms are all bright, from the bright, pure white of the living room to the neon green of my craft room, the neon orange of the laundry room, and the sexy red of my master bedroom. Next I want to paint the FROG grape purple, and paint a bathroom dream blue.

On cold winter nights I enjoy the clear view of the stars that Moyock has. In Virginia Beach, where we used to live, you can hardly see any stars from all the light pollution. But here in Moyock you can see thousands of stars.  I also like the large lot sizes. It’s nice to be in a neighborhood but yet still have so much space.

Of course, living in Moyock has also been an adjustment. It is the most rural place I’ve ever lived, and two years into being here I’m still not used to having to drive 30-40 minutes minimum to go to the places I want to go. I drive a bit more than an hour to go to my favorite beach. It takes me an hour to get to my parents’ house. But I do love the quiet, the space, and the seclusion.

Are you dreaming, crafting, parenting, blogging, or doing anything else interesting from Moyock, North Carolina or near there? If you are, I hope you get in touch. Comment or email me.