Here, have some poems. Lots of poems. All free verse, because that’s how I roll, yo. Old ones, new ones…some I like and some I don’t, particularly. But here you go anyway.
Multifaceted.
Another one, slightly updated, from Boulder.
NOVEMBER THE TWENTY-THIRD
Today I am devil in a blue dress. Today I am skilled labor, creatrix, loved and loving, whistler of a happy tune. Yesterday I was a gray bird in a gray tree under a gray sky with no voice to sing. Tomorrow, perhaps, I will be: river-goddess singer of a thousand songs eater of hearts consumer, both of the cultural and the cinnamon-roll variety. The next day, I will be adventurer flyer at-home daughter Mademoiselle Patience giver of heart-gifts and maker of poems.Quote of the Week
I’m starting a new series. Each week I’ll post a quote that has touched my heart, intrigued my mind, or sparked my imagination. It can be from a book, movie, lecture, sermon…anything. This week’s quote is by C.S. Lewis, from The Four Loves: Charity.
There is no safe investment. To love at all is to be vulnerable.
Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket – safe, dark, motionless, airless – it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only place outside Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is Hell.
I believe that the most lawless and inordinate loves are less contrary to God’s will than a self-invited and self-protected lovelessness…
The Difference Between Looking You in the Eye and Practicing in the Mirror
(alternate title: This Heading Is Almost Longer Than The Poem It Names)
NOVEMBER THE SEVENTEENTH
I wanted to say: you’re beautiful, fascinating I’m sorry for – everything I wanted to say: come with me, let’s go adventure waits I wanted to say: I’ve never met anyone quite like you I’ve never spoken with anyone quite like this I said, blushing: “Hi.”an oldie or two.
These were both written in Boulder, before I moved back to the land of ocean and rain.
Why I Write
“For future generations,” they say. “For those who come after.” This is for those who are here now, in this moment, breathing this air with me. This is for the beauty of now. This is for those we love today and those we’ll leave tomorrow.Security
I feel like the smallest matryoshka, nestled securely into the bosoms of my mother, grandmother, ancestors. Even when we are separated, my matryoshka family and I, I am still part of the whole, still the newest in a line stretching back into the old traditions none of us remember anymore.Anthropologie wtfery (an open letter)
Dear Anthropologie,
I love you, you know that. I may or may not have an unhealthy obsession with you (if it’s not diagnosed, I can still deny it, right? Right?). But you, dear, lovely, wonderful store of my heart, have some RIDICULOUS prices. I’m not even talking here about your lovely silk skirts, Pendleton wool jackets (covet covet covet), or strange(ly attractive) lace-up boots that make my little heart go pitter-pat. What I’m referencing here is, in fact, your brand new Christmas ornament collection.
Which looks like it was chosen or made by me circa 1994.
Case in point:
Beads on a string, y’all. For $48.
I remember making these in second grade. They looked about the same, too. Only ours cost a lot less than $18-36.
…okay, this guy is freakin’ adorable, not gonna lie. But he’s also $16. For a papier-mache newspaper octopus. At that price, I could make 20 of him, I’m pretty sure.
And I probably will. Because octopi are cool.
This has to be my favorite. While it’s lovely, it’s also pieces of scrap paper on a stick. Again, for $48.
There are other amazingly silly and expensive ornaments at Anthropologie’s website. I especially like the glittery vegetables toward the middle of the page. The set of five would be $88 before shipping. They’re not even particularly lovely vegetables – onion, artichoke, carrot, radish, and fig (which, not a vegetable, but still weird). I mean, who goes to their spouse and says, “You know what, honey, I think we should put ugly root vegetables on our Christmas tree this year. Don’t look at me like that! They’re sparkly!”
I’m seriously considering instigating a holiday craft party at our house. We can get sticks, paper, gluey substances, beads, and string, and save ourselves hundreds of dollars! Occupy Christmas – Take Back the Holidays! Can I get a “huzzah”?