Piquant wood shavings build houses from one another. Natural selection, the choices of the man in the barn with his saw. The light chooses not to touch those with old tongues any longer.
If I went to the light, I would find a locket of gold.
Choices are envious of boxes. To make a choice is to sew yourself to something that runs faster than you can.
When choices are all spooled out and the thread is cut, what remains is a saw and a veil of night.
Often, when I make gratitude lists on here, it is to cheer myself up. Today I feel very good. I still want to make a list though. Praising God is important.
Balloons murmur at Velvet’s party. So much soft rubbing in the dim light. Silks and their secretaries took the night off for this. Behold the lonely dark in the corner, desperate for touch.
The well off at the ossified marina count the crusty salt crystals. Orange corn poking from the windows of my old home dare me to grind my teeth on it. At the mouth of the bay of wine, bad memories teeter. The division between food and teeth is stark. The division of drink and thought soft. She strays from the wine to my old house and its belligerent farm.
Gold stop sign. Blue go light. Our teams will fight on the train home. What comes next is rain of diamonds and jars.
Two invisible legs of glass. Six yellow as yolk. Fiberglass hairs. Flippant fangs.
The house does not stop running. In my snare drum diagram, it indicates a problem with things that don’t make a sound.
He’s crawling into your purse…
The terrible thing about scissors is you’re so cute… before you hold them. What masticates on hair so fruitlessly grown, and then spits out a tree? Botanists are handbooks of chitin and its meaning.
Yellow is so small between
My breasts
If she’s looking for my heart
She won’t find it there
My attic contains orgasms
And fireworks
Yellow can set off both
Into my mouth she climbs
Like the scent of a
Song I no longer have
A long time ago, when dial up was how you accessed the internet and bell bottoms were cool, my parents used AT&T for internet and email. A free website was part of the deal. My parents had no use for that, so it was passed to me.
I used it to create Minibios, a place where I wrote miniature biographies about people I had tesearched. What really grabbed me then, and what grabs me now, is studying people’s childhoods. Childhood is often barely touched by your average biography. Yet it is fascinating to look at someone’s childhood and see how it influenced them. Can you see a glimmer of the person they would become?
The other night I had the idea to start a blog where I do that again. I’m on entirely sure what the point would be. Thanks to Wikipedia if someone really wants to look up some basic things about someone they can do it in a second. Perhaps what I can do is add more information about the childhood specifically. I will not be doing my research on Wikipedia. I would be using books, scholarly articles etc.
On one hand I don’t wanna make a commitment to another project. I’m already dabbling in a lot, and setting off to learn sign language. At the same time, it is good to have a goal to work toward and it would be nice to write about some of things that I research. I use The Great Courses to watch lectures, and I use an app on my phone to take notes about what I learn from that. But it might be good to wrap my mind around an entire subject and really write about it again. I’ve considered this before, but now had Angelica is in school all day things are really different. Before it kind of would have been impossible to do a website like that. I was already doing poetry, art, reading, and photography while taking care of my daughter. There was no real room for anything else. Plus, I research a lot of different things and taking time to focus in on just one would have been hard.
Miniature Moon 