honeydunce

pretty much stuck with my heart sticking out.

Category: inspire

(apparently what a tech rehearsal will bring out of me)

Tonight I was sitting in a theater, remembering what I somehow keep forgetting. Remembering and feeling right at home, that this is where I’m tethered. I read my poem in a spotlight–for the moment I left the earth.
Sometimes I am wherever I am and think that everything lived and gone through combined led up […]

eileen myles

photo w/ renee’s camera during our adventures in nyc, october 2010. an amazing day indeed.

A truth: there are some days, some moments. Some snap in time where I think my god I’ll never write again. It’s gone. My life long lover left me, abandoned ship mid-autopsy done on the down low while I was supposedly sleeping. The ultimate abandonment. This is me at my worst.
Then I think about […]

redefining reasons

I’m redefining my reasons for solid ground. For sanity. For life in its big general sense, and for life in its little fractioned state of existence–for all things brief I’d rather bless than mourn. I am, in many ways, quite tired for twenty-nine–worn out the romanticized things, wore them down to the bone until the […]

this.


learn baby learn.

Today I met with my advisor to discuss the spring semester. I love meeting with her. I love immersing myself in the geekery of reading course descriptions, writing down options, daydreaming schedules for myself. Possibility all over the place. Of course the possibilities are a bit more narrow than most–I’m working full time, so I […]

the body.

I wrecked during my bike ride into work this morning. Lucky me: my face slammed against my arm and not the concrete. I just happened to fall in a way that kept me from eating the ground. My head still managed to get rocked, and when I sat up my surroundings spun, dizzy for certain. […]

nearly nine.

I spent the first few weeks of living in the new city alone in the efficiency as my lover worked, dancing in my underwear to Radiohead’s “The Trickster.” I alternated sneers and smiles in the mirror. I was, undoubtedly, happy. Jobless and happy. A stranger in a new place and happy. Pleased with the effect […]

hey self, before you go to bed

let’s remember these things:
Holding your 3 month old nephew as he falls asleep. The smell of his baby head and the curl of his tiny feet against your inner elbow as you rock him and hum.
Bonfires and exploring the darkness of woods with your 3 year old niece and her 4 year old best friend. […]

The acoustics in this room are unforgiving, still carrying our footsteps like offcenter drums–my heel/toe to your loping stride taking two of me to catch up. And the art and the walls, how I found myself being pried away since I couldn’t stop staring with the back of my hand to my mouth in some […]