http://www.honeydunce.com Nikki Allen Thu, 11 Mar 2010 03:09:24 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en sun on broken piano. What is the best thing about spring? Surviving. Recognizing the winter at your back and inhaling. Air still sharp and chilly. Existing through senses instead of plowing through the day. Grinning stupid-wide, the practice of being handsome. Rediscovering the solitude of writing outside, writing sentences that mean ... http://www.honeydunce.com/archives/1050 My doctor called me back today with the results on my blood work. He said, "You're cholesterol looks wonderful." Count is strong, thyroid is fine. Apparently, my blood looks great. He definitely heard the defeated sigh that accompanied my thank you. I'm truly thankful that the blood work is looking ... http://www.honeydunce.com/archives/1048 After work today I'm going to go home and find something to break. I did not think I could feel any worse about having a chronic illness. After a morning spent crying at my desk and in the bathroom at work, I see that I was wrong. So after 4:30pm I'm ... http://www.honeydunce.com/archives/1047 melting off the back porch Have you ever felt the ground start to tilt, a signal of a moodiness coming? If it is to be compared to anything, then compare it to a storm approaching--the kind you can watch roll right in and blow through trees one at a time. A ... http://www.honeydunce.com/archives/1046 obligatory snow picture Snow and snow and snow. That's been going on. The storm hit the Friday before last, andevery day since then, something's been falling from the sky. I tweaked my knee while navigatingthrough the stomped down white, so I'm stuck wearing a giant brace on my right leg ... http://www.honeydunce.com/archives/1043 When I get ready to read a book, I better have back up. That means at least one book of poetry to accompany any longer nonfiction or fiction work I'm trucking through. My intake requires a balance. Also, as a poet, I want to stay in a constant state ... http://www.honeydunce.com/archives/1042 I'm awake. After hours of a manmade sleep. It is like going to bed in an actual bed and waking up on a piece of driftwood in the middle of the sea. You know, drifting. I couldn't make a fist when I first woke up. Now I can. I woke up ... http://www.honeydunce.com/archives/1040 Tattered reams of movies used as sheets, kicked off by the lazy birthday waltz of your feet in dreaming-- a slow pedal kick through water or twitch of shock when the old friend comes back explaining "well I was never really gone." Three people are asleep in the theater, each one missing a different plot slow light disappear ... http://www.honeydunce.com/archives/1039 “Everything that isn’t urgent falls away in revision..." “Poets aren’t rock stars. I’m not sure they should be. Poetry rattles you, and it’s hard to pay for that,” he offers. “I’d hate to see poetry commodified. It keeps it safe and sacred.” - Richard Siken Saying Your Names Chemical names, bird names, ... http://www.honeydunce.com/archives/1038 I'm listening to Lucas Silveira cover Orbison acoustic, not yet tired and wondering when I will be, though I'm not keen on bowing into it. For the past week I've been dreaming intensely--not good, not bad. Just intense. Speaking of intensity, my therapist dropped some reality in my lap today(the ... http://www.honeydunce.com/archives/1035