September 2009
4 posts
She’ll be here in an hour. With her daughter. I’m so nervous I’m rattling around like my late mother’s Anacin bottle — the one that made more noise than the 5th Infantry marching in full battle gear.
Yikes.
Tonight I’ll sew a cover of moonbeams in a quilting bee with elves. We’ll stitch the scraps together with threads from the narrative of her wishes, and the fabric will be as fair as the whispered lullaby of a ladybug singing her children to sleep. I’ll cover her lightly, kiss her forehead, and guard the borders of her dreams, daring ogres and dragons to set foot within her...
August 2009
8 posts
I’m an Air Force brat. In my first 16 years I lived in 21 different homes. I never had a relationship in my first 21 years that lasted longer than three — with the sole exception of my parents’ families, who were people we saw in passing every summer or two or so. Those were less relationships than curiosities.
My nomadic life made me eternally suspicious of others and too...
Drunk
You’re right about “King of the Hill.” I probably never would have seen an episode without your encouragement. Now it’s one of my favorite things. But I like it as much for the peripheral conversations as I do for the show itself. Like this:
“Wow. They’re drunk as bicycles.”
“Drunk as what?”
“Bicycles.”
“I don’t get...
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Glass
I don’t have many words this evening. They escape me as the orange cat bolts when I open the back door. They have business elsewhere, perhaps at the ends of your fingers treading the keyboard as I listen to the uneven rhythm 800 miles away: Another miracle of modern technology.
I’ve always had a glass heart. Brittle. Fragile. Dangerous when shattered into shards. Better to be distant...
Water
A couple of years ago trolling television channels I landed on a New Age film that was just kooky enough to hold my attention. So I paused, watched a bit, scoffed at some specious reading of physics and questioned the validity of the film’s so-called research.
But I found myself pondering a Japanese study where bottled water was placed in a fake art exhibit with each bottle labeled...
Rarely does any piece of music express what I am...