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I’m So Sorry, Dolores

When I woke this morning, all I wanted to hear was the sweet sadness of Dolores O’Riordan, whom I listened to every day during the sweetest saddest period of my young womanhood and who died yesterday, only days before my 47th birthday, which really is the death knoll for any young womanhood no matter how well your people age (and mine age pretty well, dammit). When I listened most to Dolores and her Cranberries I was living with a man who took care of me but did not love me and whom I did not love. We had been performing a twentysomething fascimile of an old married couple and, really, it had been draining both of our life forces. We were just scared of everything else, especially of who we really were. Him: gladly, glamorously superficial. Me: a witch, not meant for anything but what I could conjure from the ashes of purple violets and patriarchy. Continue Reading →

The House of Sunshine Compensation

Today is what they’re calling a bomb cyclone–a hurricane-cum-snow and ice storm made possible by our brand new climate. Outside the heavens rage, but I did my due diligence and am prepared for their wrath. Bagels and cat food sit pretty on the counter, produce and protein line the refrigerator, house is scrubbed clean. I have books and notebooks and candles stacked by my armchair, whiskey and a tumbler by the turntable, a kitten at my feet. But it’s into the kitchen that I putter as the world blurs white and lights flash off and on.

I may be old-fashioned, but I prefer my kitchen to be devoid of electricity anyway. I keep the lights off during the day, and eschew unnecessary gadgets, including toasters, food processors, and juicers. Eating and cooking is one way we still connect to the cycle of life, and I like to feel all the unadulterated core elements- earth, sun, water, fire–as I step into that flow. This morning the world is furious, and I am glad to know. I squeeze sunshine into a glass and dream of warmer days.

Subway Haiki

O L TRAIN HIPSTER
NEW YORK IS JUST YOUR GAP YEAR
BUT ACT RIGHT ON THE TRAIN

NO MATTER HOW CUTE
TAKE THAT KNAPSACK OFF YOUR BACK
OUR SPACE MATTERS TOO

OPEN LAPTOP ON TRAIN
YOU’RE ASKING TO GET RIPPED OFF
I MEAN, FOR REAL: DUH

HELP VOCAL FRY
BEFORE MORNING COFFEE SO
I MAY HAVE TO KILL

LOOK THAT GUY IS OLD
THAT WOMAN’S VERY PREGNANT
GIVE UP YOUR DAMN SEAT

I AM WRITING THESE
SO I DON’T GET ARRESTED
I’D RATHER PUNCH YOU

"All, everything I understand, I understand only because I love."
― Leo Tolstoy