Quarter of a million words In any dictionary here Three that you sometimes heard In your city of birds Larks and doves of song, fear Quarter of a million words The first, the second, the third— Words we held like cards, my dear Three that I sometimes heard I recall it all: red dog, furred, [...]

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On the 4th of July, a stray dog was brought into the Brooklyn Center for Animal Care and Control. She had escaped from a burning building. The pads on her feet were burned off completely, her fur was singed all over, and she was covered in lacerations. No collar. No one came forward for her. [...]

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Just happy. That is all.

July 20, 2010

Caught myself smiling. To think I thought forty was an end. Shame on me.

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the squirrel skull sonnet

July 14, 2010

Skull of squirrel, shorn bare, bloodless. Pale bone against concrete steps. An offering? Hex? I move the fragile skull to porch. Atone. I cast other things aside, but won’t vex the soul—animal or human—who left this as totem or taboo. Thus I learn, inspecting sharp fang, the delicate heft, barely there. Yet I can clearly [...]

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Three

July 13, 2010

Click here to be magically transported by sparkly single-mother unicorns.

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The unlikely bonfire

July 9, 2010

For those of you who couldn’t make it: This just in from my dear Kelly at The Reading Nest. Thank you, Kelly and ZenMaster B! Such a beautiful night that was. Beautifully, beautifully unlikely, indeed.

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I will be the newest goddess of hearth and home, mark my words

July 9, 2010

WWHOHD?

What would Hestia or Hera do?

Oh, these H-gals are on ON MY MIND. It turns out that Hestia, not Hera, is the goddess of hearth and home. Hera is the goddess of marriage, motherhood, children. But I am grooving hard on both of these goddesses, at the moment.

I realize I have not cleaned the cat litter box for some time. Some kitty litter is scattered beside it, and the trail extends into the hallway outside the bathroom. I swallow the unpleasant conclusion: Eli has been, er, helping me keep it clean. Ugh. Clearly, I am no goddess of the hearth and home—not yet—although I love home with a passion, and I pine for a hearth with the fervor of Hestia. I yearn for a lasting marriage like Hera, even with a husband that tosses a lightning bolt now and then.

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Good, once

July 8, 2010

I dream of reunion. Always and forever, I dream of reunion, all that has been lost becoming found. At least, I dream of the seeking. I rarely find what I am looking for. I fear this still, in my vertical, blinking life. Last night, I sought you. You, who would never expect a starring role [...]

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4:26 a.m.

July 6, 2010

4:26 a.m. I am mired here: the same wanting, wanting happiness at no one’s expense. Impossible. 9:32 p.m.: What is a heartbreaker? S wanted to know, days ago. I said it was a word that people used when they were being lazy, when they refused to step outside of themselves, when they stopped asking why [...]

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No one’s expense

July 1, 2010

Catch me looking. It’s all right.
I will catch you looking. We can
catch each other looking. I trust
those who share their lives
with a few ghosts.

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