Entries Tagged as ‘it's my excitement not yours’

October 22, 2009

The part where the Dear Hunter saves me from starvation only to leave me hungry

I caught the Dear Hunter and a couple of other bands that I don’t care about at the State Theater last night with my beautiful daughter.
Midnight Masses from Brooklyn opened.  My thoughts were – I have no idea what they’re singing and they’re all about the drums. Besides the drummer doing his thing, the lead vocalist and the girl-pretending-to-be-a-guitar-player took [...]

September 30, 2009

she wakes

She wakes in the middle of the night, delighted that her toes feel a tiny bit cold. Slivers of moonlight come through the window and rest on the bed. She arranges herself so that the moonlight falls on her face.
She dreams of spiders. Big spiders with legs like yellow wax beans. In her dreams she kills them easily.
She [...]

August 16, 2009

Eggsistential

eggciting. eggshilirating. eggsamples.

June 29, 2009

Like a watermelon falling off the back of a truck

I’m fairly trembling with energy.
My tiny chihuahua-sized cold isn’t stopping me.  
The weekend before I got my chihuahua sized cold, I had no energy. I languished by the TV watching the Food Network all weekend. “Such amazing people. They cook. Why does my face feel like it’s melting off?” 
This week I am my own HGTV/Food Network star.
Lots of [...]

June 6, 2009

Lover, you should’ve come over

I’ve met someone.

He’s quiet, thoughtful and down to earth.
He enjoys gardening and evenings at home.
He’s cheerful and a good listener.
We’re planning an October wedding.

May 17, 2009

travel haikus may 9

Musty black coffee
Just past Valdosta, Georgia
We dip toward the sun
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I try to ignore
The babbling Swedish children
Exuberance grates