honeydunce

Happy birthday to my sister Summer AND my niece(her daughter), Madelyn. They share a birthday and it is today. I cannot wait to see them. More later.

Shampoo Suicide - Broken Social Scene
it isn’t evicted
but
it isn’t yours anymore.
the ladder i built from your wine stems
is held in place by abandoned hubcaps
along the side of
32.
passengers always turn their head here so
they always miss it.
remember a summerlit bathroom
the soft beds of my palms scraped to rhubarb
you were cradling and blowing,
my foot against your thigh
you […]

Okay, so. Let’s start with class tonight. We wrapped up work and discussion on “Jane Eyre.” I’m going to say something now…something I did not think I would be able to utter at any point in my life as a bookworm thus far, or in this class(while knowing I would have to read this […]

Thanks to my sister for sending this to me with the words: “…it just inspires me to do my own stuff and know that folks are doing some beautiful things when the world can seem so ugly.” I agree sis, I agree.

The alarm went off at 6am this morning, the weekday usual. The standard buzzer-sound never worked well for waking me up, so my alarm is on a radio station that I know nothing about, full blast. I suppose some of us need startled awake.
I leaned over, reset the sucker for thirty minutes later. I […]

threads
taut, slacked
everywhere
you & me as sisters we are
cans kept connected
electric string
i watch your face when you talk
you are a mother
and amazing
i watch your face and kind of remember
the childhood arguments
the teenage fits over fairness and issues of space
how i wanted nothing more than to be
something growing in your shadow
my sibling sun, casting one
how i miss […]

This is how my niece, Maddie, should learn her ABC’s:

thanks, lady.
photo by renee

I just talked with my mom for the first time in about three years.
I’ve been thinking about her a lot lately. So I picked up the phone and called.
It isn’t like the call solved anything. I already have enough questions to last me a few more lifetimes, so it didn’t add to that.
It’s […]

I must keep it in the kneecaps—they seem the hardest to crack. I find my hammer and tap it to the bends. Behind the tendon, a light is quickly extinguished. The knocking is ignored. I try again.
I know you’re there, certain memories. I can hear you breathing, ear to the division between us listening.
I’ll […]