Winter Solstice 2019

December 22, 2019.Reading time 3 minutes.

What is your solstice intention?

Riding into the Velvet Sunset

October 29, 2019.Reading time 9 minutes.

“Jenny said when she was just five years old
There was nothing happening at all
Every time she puts on a radio
There was a nothin’ goin’ down at all, not at all
Then one fine mornin’ she puts on a New York station
You know, she couldn’t believe what she heard at all
She started shakin’ to that fine fine music
You know her life was saved by rock ‘n’ roll
Despite all the amputations
You know you could just go out
And dance to a rock ‘n’ roll station
It was alright (it was alright)
Hey baby, you know it was alright (it was alright)”

– Lou Reed

photo of the Lofi Sofias playing as The Velvet Underground by Paul Perreault

Fragments of Samsara

September 12, 2019.Reading time 3 minutes.

Mandala painting by Jill Sans.

sam·sa·ra
/səmˈsärə/
the cycle of death and rebirth to which life in the material world is bound.

Early Morning Fire ~ American Sentence Day 94 of 108

June 14, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

I drift between wakefulness and sleep from around 3 to 4 am until about 5:30 – I fall back to sleep until 6, when my alarm goes off. It’s better when I surrender – maybe take a cool shower and then, drift in and out of sleep, thinking of dreams,
and noticing.

So much filling a room

April 20, 2019.Reading time 1 minute.

We moved to a small room in an annex to the Poetry Project at St. Mark’s Church. Nada Gordon was teaching – I think we were free-writing, getting warmed up.

My marriage was a disaster and I did’t necessarily feel like feeling anything – so I focused on the room and the sounds and the imagery and the energy of nervous writers filling the space. I put a lot of pressure on writing to take the place of music.

I’m guessing this happened in 2004.

sing for your supper – Day 85 of 108 American Sentence

March 4, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

“songbirds are not dumb . . .” ~ Lorenz Hart / Richard Rodgers

Nothing is Personal

March 2, 2019.Reading time 3 minutes.

It was a time when I was alone, not ready to be with anyone. Scorched by the last love affair, nerves still scarred over. It was a Monday night. My friend Leslie texted me, the model for her life drawing class didn’t show up – would I want to model? I said sure, I can be there in 20 minutes. I grabbed a bath robe, drove through the snow, and before I had a chance to think, I was naked in a circle of artists. Next day, I wrote this . . .

For Your Love ~ American Sentence Day 84 of 108

February 21, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

there is always now
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sketch by Michael – July 2018

Five – Beyond the Order of Things

February 19, 2019.Reading time 4 minutes.

Tangent pulled from the middle of this free-write: Brunettes. I love dark boys, the dark hair, the dark skin, the pale eyes. I never thought I had a type, but looking back I see I have a thing for Mediterranean men. Darker men. I love curly hair and almond-shaped eyes. Light brown eyes, green eyes, blue eyes. Oh, but dark hair and lovely sharp features.

Flash (R)evolution

February 17, 2019.Reading time 1 minute.

I am moving house. Well, apartment to house. Still renting, but I am spreading out, sort of.

Whenever I move I find stuff – lots of writing especially. I write a lot, but it doesn’t mean I type it, or file it properly, or share it.

The discipline is in the order, not the action for me. I don’t know when I wrote this, I suspect right before moving to Arizona, 2006/2007, while I was leaving my husband and living in a basement in Brooklyn.