Lit blog

[Tzara]

You need someone to take care of you? Chop the wood, change the lightbulbs, that sort of thing? I find myself unemployed and I just so happen to be handy about the house. Plumbing, light electrical, I clean like an Army rat on meth...

But I'm hell to feed and I have a lot of loud sex.

~R
Ah, to be young and upstartish...

Well, yeah, I do. 'Bout 25 years from now. Me Da's slowin' down and that'd put me around his same place in age.

I lied about the Buick. My Dad's car. I got a Volvo. I could keep his, though.

The loud sex is OK. I could drop the Spice Channel.

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[normal jean]

whew! Wednesday, finally and after a 5 day weekend, my kid was so happy to get back to school, and I was even happier to see her go. Shes one of those that expects me to entertain her.... but in her defense, she just loves school and couldnt wait to get back, but she doesnt have to take it out on me!!

Oh, I saw a frog yesterday, heard it first. a small one plopped into t he pond as I approached, but I saw a pair of little eyes peeking at me as I peered in closely to find the welcome little bug-eater. One of my daffodils has bloomed already, still no jasmine!! I cant figure that out. One other bush has flowered and I just forgot the name of it, I hate that, just 43 and losing my memory....

 

[DeepAsleep]

Well, yeah, I do. 'Bout 25 years from now. Me Da's slowin' down and that'd put me around his same place in age.

I lied about the Buick. My Dad's car. I got a Volvo. I could keep his, though.

The loud sex is OK. I could drop the Spice Channel.

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You, sir, are completely awesome.

~R

 

[annaswirls]

you two should totally co-write something together. Fucking brilliant.

Well, yeah, I do. 'Bout 25 years from now. Me Da's slowin' down and that'd put me around his same place in age.

I lied about the Buick. My Dad's car. I got a Volvo. I could keep his, though.

The loud sex is OK. I could drop the Spice Channel.

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[Sabina_Tolchovsky]

It's morning and it's cold, the clouds are high. I am going for a run this morning, the air is so cold it will feel like spearmint in my lungs.
There is snow in the north at Baker but none at Rainier to speak of yet. It sounds like there is a big group of friends going to the mountain the weekend...we will see how that goes. 95% of the time when someone tells me they ride or ski it turns out that they just talk a lot. Just like everything else in life...toomany people talking not enough doing. It seems such a waste to me.

 

[DeepAsleep]

The last week's been one big pausebutton waiting game. Hanging out at my dad's, 150 miles from everyone I know, watching the man fall apart. it makes me miss Hannah so bad. I wouldn't have to tell her how I felt, she'd just look at me and know and that you cannot buy. Understanding not for sale not to trade not nothin'. it is or it aint and jack's been lying to me been getting by on the skins of thin excuses i want to kick the dirt of her excuses in her face, some days. I hate being lied to, I hate her killing what little trust we've managed to scrape off the floor of our pasts to hand each other, quivering groundsquirrel trust, fear and tiny coursing heartbeats in the palms of our hands. and so i'm sayin jack ain't. jack has to ask and hannah never did and i miss the part where words aint what matters no more, words dont matter, just knowing. Knowing in your knower. Shed know I been sitting next to dad while he pees in urinals cause he cant get up and shed just hold me and know i been helping him onto the shitter and shed put her hands on my face cold hands cool hands on my burnt heart like butter cooling aloe washing the pain off and shed know i been dressing my father pulling up his pants, praise god, and shed kiss me and her lips would be soft like hometown homecoming familiar and brand-spanking awe inspiring.

talking sucks talking dont work, I want my hannah, my grace, all the grace she gives me when she touches my face I pretend I'm blind and close my eyes and touch hers and no one made me feel blind safe before and I'm scared no one will again.

...nuff. words suck.

~R
<insert witty comment here>

 

[DeepAsleep]

you two should totally co-write something together. Fucking brilliant.

*scuffs a toe in the dirt* Aw, shucks.. yer makin' me blush.

~R

 

[Tzara]

you two should totally co-write something together. Fucking brilliant.

I thought we just did.

 

[Sara Crewe]

I thought we just did.

Second time 'round might be even better. Plus, I need something to read while I figure out what I want to write about today.






Thanks for the comment, Sabina, on 'Going Down'. Very cool to know it made the snow lovin' woman smile.

 

[annaswirls]

I thought we just did.

yeah yeah yeah
now copy-paste-edit and get the fucker published somewhere damn it.

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Wait, is this the blog thread?

Dear Blog,
I don't know why but I am feeling very dommy lately, but if you wait long enough I will be curled up on the floor waiting for a new collar.

~love, anna

 

[wildsweetone]

blog 23/02/06

canadian geese might well have flown over the other day, over the roof and under the orange hot air balloon that bellowed its way across the sky. and really they looked so beautiful and graceful up there, a perfect v knowing their own direction, their own fate. And all the while down below the black and white days drag on and on a few white pills here, a white stick between yellowed fingers there, a daze of directionless days.

 

[Rybka]

Blog 2/22/06

An inch unfreezes by noon
top slop
for a now chocolate lab

Nothing near bud nor sprout
frost to a foot
plowed drifts
blacked with soot
and mostly gone
as the winter-long
bird berries
red against the
dead gray day

In the morning
distance
mourning dove
coos for love
against cold
resistance

 

[Guest]

Some days are better just ignored from under the duvet. This is one of them but it's too late to ignore now it's showing it's true colours. There should be places where you can go to to punch something dead.

I'd scream but my throat's sore. My lunch was ruined by spilt juice and interruptions. Too many problems on my paper plate, they're sliding off and I'll have to pick them off the floor.

Actually, the floor looks very good right now.I won't fall any further if I go down there and look up at the under side of everything althiough, with my luck, some nerd would stand on my face.

 

[normal jean]

im sorry for making any of you worry. that wasnt my intent, i thought it would be good to cleanse my head and heart like that, but its not.

i went to see my sister and we talked... i have been spending too much time alone, thinkng too much. i cant let that happen again!!

thanks for caring, it means a lot to me

 

[Sabina_Tolchovsky]

NJean,


From in the wound comes the cure, Freidrich Neitchze... probably not an exact translation but you get the meaning, you, no matter how fucked up you think you are have the power to heal...write something angry and damning and don't let the secrets locked away destroy you...post something that comes from the heart raw and nasty if you need to...that's what this place is, an outlet. ~Sabina

 

[Sabina_Tolchovsky]

I built this Mediterranean court yard for a little old lady three years ago and slowly we have been working and adding more detail. I planted rosemary, sage and thyme all around her house along with some amazing roses and jasmine. It is truly one of my master pieces gardens.
Giant pots with creeping thyme hanging over the edges below spiral cut evergreens. She is such a sweet woman, comes out and talks to me like she is my grandma. Today I cleaned up her court yard and added some spring details.
I planted daffodils in large pots with hand stained scroll work that I did two years ago. I pruned her roses and trimmed the rosemary topiary and wound the jasmine <that would be poets jasmine> back through the wrought iron trellis...
I am pruning it so you can see a face hanging on the wall through one of the pockets. Some day it will make an amazing photograph with all the pink jasmine blooms surrounding a hidden face...

 

[sandspike]

I built this Mediterranean court yard for a little old lady three years ago and slowly we have been working and adding more detail. I planted rosemary, sage and thyme all around her house along with some amazing roses and jasmine. It is truly one of my master pieces gardens.
Giant pots with creeping thyme hanging over the edges below spiral cut evergreens. She is such a sweet woman, comes out and talks to me like she is my grandma. Today I cleaned up her court yard and added some spring details.
I planted daffodils in large pots with hand stained scroll work that I did two years ago. I pruned her roses and trimmed the rosemary topiary and wound the jasmine <that would be poets jasmine> back through the wrought iron trellis...
I am pruning it so you can see a face hanging on the wall through one of the pockets. Some day it will make an amazing photograph with all the pink jasmine blooms surrounding a hidden face...

I mow in May and July and October. I rake my yard w/ 51 trees once a year.
Elmo could could hide in my yard and you'd never find him. My wife said it
is a character flaw. I don't answer. I just let the leaves fall. The last one
fell last week. Oh well, I need to get to work.

 

[Sabina_Tolchovsky]

I'm listening to Iggy Pop "Never known a girl like you before" finishing off the last few details before tomorrow. I picked up a new board from Mervin yesterday, they call it the Organ of Death, the Riders Choice series...it's nice to be connected and I got to see the 07 line yesterday. Bamboo core, I can't wait to ride them...
I am strongly thinking about going pro next year. I am too old to really stay in the game for more than a year I am guessing but to have it all paid for even for just one year throw in some helicopters and Wyoming. How can I say no.
The Doors are playing now...Roadhouse Blues, I gotta go. See you all Monday.

ps. I won't bother to leave new poems for the thirty day thread...guess I have never been too good at following rules Neo . We can start over on Monday with "3" 'cause the future is uncertain and the end is always near

 

[Maria2394]

my bloomers

well, they are here.daffodils scattered all over the yard. pretty. my girls are both gone for the night and my brother is here visiting. his GF wanted some alone time and i didnt really need any alone time, so here we are. watching AFV, I hate that show, well, hes watching it. i was waiting for hubby to call...

today was nice warm and dry. sunny i dried my clothes on the line. they smell like sunshine and downy. i want a boyfriend. my confession for the day. one that will go for walks with me, maybe climb rocks with me and talk to me and just be nice, lol, let me be nice back. one that will listen when Im telling silly jokes and who would let me sleep on his side of the bed if that what i wanted. i dont want much

see ya'll later

 

[BooMerengue]

It's been 54 hours. Most of that I have slept. Eaten nothing but fruit and juice, except for a beef patty and some spinach way in the wee hours this evening. I'm loving the taste of water, and the Pepsi that was just lovingly dropped off tastes awful. Tomorrow I venture out into the world, but not gladly. Its the final day of moving Gregs things from his apartment to various other places. I do wish I knew someone his size. His clothes are so beautiful. He was a 'Prep' in high school (grad 1966) and was a really snappy dresser, in that understated way of New Englanders at the time. Were taking a ton of really expensive stuff to a consignment store and to Goodwill. And then we'll be done. And I can come back to my humble abode and sleep a week. And dream up a new me to be. I want to waken w/ the flowers. I don't think they're far off. I have to buy seeds for Morning Glory, 4 o' clocks, and Moon Flowers for my porch. A humming bird feeder. Hose. RR ties for a sand box. A lot of stuff.

Good night.

 

[normal jean]

Boo-

i saw somewhere online, a garden plan for Gothic Gardens and one of them was a garden which had only plants that bloomed at night. I have also seen a place where lovers of moon flowers can exchange their seeds. Theres also a plan for a garden and all the plants are poisonous, creepy, huh

hugs sweet Boo



NJ

psssst, did you see marias bloomers? theyre purdy, aint they

 

[wildsweetone]

27/02/06

changes...

there was a change in the weather today. grey sky all day except for a five minute break when i got home from work. it's cooler too, cool enough to wear a little more than just the bare essential. maybe this is the turning point, the point where the unbearable humidity gives us all a break and lets our brains work as they're supposed to and not want to doze off half way through mid morning.

there's more leaves on the deck now, it's as if the cherry trees have shrugged off summer and allowed their leaves to tumble to the ground.

...and this morning i spotted a praying mantis shell caught in a spiderweb at the edge of the deck. it made me wonder whether death had been quick or prolonged, i'm hoping it was quick.

the sun's trying to peer through the shroud now, trying to tinge the sky with pink and succeeding at a watery mud colour instead.

anyway, i've decided... whoever invented the sonnet form should have been hung drawn and quartered at a young age. hell maybe they were and this is their revenge.

i hope Senna's doing okay.

there's probably something in zen about changes.

 

[Sabina_Tolchovsky]

I feel like all I talk about is the snow so I will just say...it was epic this weekend.

I hope that everyone elses weekends were as good as mine turned out to be. Maria, your blooms look great...all I have are snowdrops and crocus right now and I am glad. Spring is always bittersweet for me. I am not ready for the warmth or moisture that comes with Daffodils.

 

[Maria2394]

roadkill safari, one week later

i guess the road kill got the last word
some with their legs up some just lying there
with their sneers all facing the road
dead deer and possums
in flight above the carcasses buzzards prey
they dont want your death, deer bones or
your frizzy possum skin sunken down ditchward now
and tightened like its grabbing whats left
that the buzzards didnt peck pick rip clean
from you, faces intact, the eyes gone first,
the first to attract the maggots, the eyes
windows of deer souls and possum souls
, gone and they sneered back
at buzzards and they sneered at the big rigs
and they even sneered at me though I didnt watch them
as they died, i came upon them after the damage
was done, so I must be the innocent one

 

[mojo_cat]

i got my cbc t-shirt and it makes me want to hug Canada.

i am buying a mixer and pre-amp today and finally getting my music career back on track.

it's really, really fucking cold.

this is the first day in 3 weeks that i woke up at 7 am and had breakfast. i highly recommend it. breakfast is delicious and i don't know why i have avoided it for the last 20 years.

i am re-reading stephen king's "the stand" and as per usual fielding all sorts of ignorant attitude from people who believe literary fiction > genre fiction, and would rather read blowsy crap about the grey skies of nova scotia...and the terrible hidden secrets they cover...than a good well-plotted book that is actually interesting. i love arguing this with people because i had to read all of that crap in school, and while some of it is pretty good, most of it is harcore masturbation by people in love with the sound of their own pretentious prose

to hell with 'em, i say, i'll take captain trips wiping out humanity any day.