Protected: Columbus Day with Cormac

October 12, 2010

I can't wait for the snow to fly

October 3, 2010

snow day.

It feel from a height.
unknown.
the heavens!
just as we lay our heads down for the evening.
single bed
break
dreams, unremembered.
woke!
looking from the eye of a house both familiar and foreign.
me the iris.
this consciousness the pupil.
i dilate in joy.
the world is clean and fresh and new.
as it has been so many mornings.
this emotion can be called nothing but winter!
this dimension steals my heart
again
and again
and again.

Distant memories of my Mother chopping kindling in a farmhouse of my youth.
Father’s sleep smell rich as I dive
into flannel stripes.
These days of heavy snow bring me
bliss.
They blanket time and space.
making all one.
i am at once a girl
and a woman
and a soul
searching for truth, today it is buried.
I’ll rest, taking up the task again

tomorrow.

Cheap lunch with Jackson Browne

October 1, 2010

We drove to the South Shore in a car named Chicken. He was pleased I’ve moved onto Slum Village. He tried to get me to rap to MF Doom instrumentals. My throat was closed, all I could do was giggle.

We ate deep fried mushrooms and hamburgers at a terrible restaurant. Green and white. The ‘Open’ sign was off, preparing for the winter. I loathe this restaurant, the food is truly terrible but I keep taking people there. Not sure why. Perhaps the astounding vista.

Jackson and I have an interesting path, we’ll be weaving in and out of each others lives for decades, no doubt. We met at 1475 and he told me he was a photographer. (When I finally saw his work I decided he is a Photographer.)

We then ran into each other at an abandoned radar installation. I spotted him through a hole in the wall. It could have been anyone but I knew, from 100m of darkness, that it was Jackson.