Tuesday, November 23, 2010

moonshower

to a child running wild through florida sunshine, snowflakes were divine. pure fantasy. fluttering from the sky like the tooth fairy. something cut from folded paper and made sparkly with glitter during circle time. now, bones grown and wrinkled, i run into the flooding luminescence of streetlights, ignoring bare skin and the screech of rubber tires to turn white in the awe of swirling crystal and moon glow.

smiling at the absolute wonder of simple things


Saturday, November 13, 2010

Friday, October 8, 2010

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Sunday, August 8, 2010

ships

I've lost people.
waking to find them a memory.

will I watch them all go
or will I become lost in them?

my heart aches at the thought,
but I know it comes.

it is not important to pass everyday,
but to have a day with them.

to see them
and feel them
to give and take of them.

they may not come back
or stay
so always love the worst of them.

good is easy
good is given.

I will miss their perfect darkness
or they will miss mine.

to always meet them clear
and tender
is to honor their fragile beauty

in gratitude of this strange, sinking gift.


Saturday, August 7, 2010

Sunday, April 11, 2010

play. repeat.

caribou 
swim


four tet 
there is love in you

play. repeat.

Sunday, March 28, 2010

Saturday, March 27, 2010

exhale

Early morning. Late breakfast. First snatch of free time in three weeks and the sun is actually shining! I'm celebrating with Darjeeling and Rose bud tea, plus a spot of honey from my friend's hive.

























Elvira surprised me with a sweet and much needed "cheer up!" gift of eight eggs from her fancy new chickens.  I made an omelette with English white cheddar, Lacinato Kale, and plenty of cracked black pepper, atop sprouted grain toast with Marionberry maple syrup glazed soysage.


























Perfect medicine for my Saturday morning blues and ample fuel for a spring walk to the nearby hospital, where my dear friend awaits kisses and back rubs.

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

The Gypsy

Who my father was, what country I'm from,
In vain the people ask me
The first never existed and my home...
The earth that gives me fruits and flowers.

Wherever destiny leads me,
I find a smile, I find a love.
Why should I worry about thoughts of the past
When the hours of the present are glad to my heart?

It's true that tomorrow could cast a turbid veil over
The serene breezes waiting for me.
But if today, my skies are all blue,
Why should I worry about things that may not happen?

I am a plant, never frozen or bare,
That defies even the harshest winter.
If a leaf falls here, another will grow in it's place.
In every season I am full of flowers!

S.M. Maggioni



Tuesday, February 23, 2010

on a tuesday


Homemade shallot bechamel, vermouth cocktails, and salted caramels.
The Magnetic Fields (180 g), ladies' figure skating, and kisses in the kitchen.
All I need now is a puppy.......or a Maine Coon.

Okay, both?

Steven's Bombay Two
Pernod Rinse
Germain-Robin Brandy
Dolin French Dry Vermouth
Antica Formula Italian Sweet Vermouth
Cointreau

shaken and strained
with an Orange Twist

mmm...

Monday, February 8, 2010

phoenixing

 























Perched on the windowsill
Breasts pinched and cradled by bent elbows
Skull blossom, palm sepals
I am home from work
and boundless

Slow stretching clouds glide like heavy ships
Over a shadowed city that will soon turn green and furry
A song plays
Its sweet melody reminds me that I should write a letter   
But the sun is sleepy and me too

Pink-cheeked
I nestle into the open frame of infinite blustery azure
Yellow hair flits like flames and golden feathers
Teases baby fluff on spotted skin

Sinking sunlight penetrates my mind and splits
Big blue fills me
Vibrating and buoyant
Walls and glass melt beneath
My body suspended in dewy sky

Moist and glowy
Ships break apart
Gently fading in the slow burning hour
Fine gossamer rafts somehow hold my weight

Crystals cling to softness
Push through pauses
Expand space
Hexagons and emptiness
Inside me

The little potted saxifrage
Wind battered and bowed
Kisses my arm
Tiny red lips
Wide-eyed and teetering

Out of the blue
I am in my apartment
Reeling my hooked spine in from the ledge
Flowers in hand

Dream drunk
and humming

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

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