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Hello, D, sweet D
The world in 3D demanded a change of me
So I jumped into the nearest, dearest, best packaged choose your own adventure book
And D, my dear D, that was you

Pop-up landscapes gave the impression of life in 3D
In a 2D existence, where there was
No need to traverse the space between my mind and yours
That kind of space travel may not be possible anyway

But speaking of needs, I needed only one of you – 1D
Why is it that you needed many me-s?

We had closed the book on our 2D story
I was astonished to have retained my roundness and complexity
Through the shape of your absence, I was born anew
When I said Goodbye D, My D

3D demands give back 3D rewards
and it turns out form and function fleshed me out
so I walked in this new body, I moved in the world
and who do I meet but you, My D, in 3D, finally.

Living Monday Morning

Dizzy Janey with a look on your face
turn your brain back on
and point it outwards

Brush your teeth - it's easy
Gargle that fantasy away, it ain't healthy!
(He already said he loves you mostest)

That REM stuff does good,
but save it for when you sleep

Open your eyes, Janey
It's bound to be a nice Monday

Live in it for a few hours
Then get back to me, Janey

One Year Old Poems

I found this in a small notebook I hoped to fill. In three days they will be exactly one year old! They are followed by a poem that is four days old.

Poem 1

The first peep
was a receipt - a debt
paid in one kilo of gold
writ on copper, orange and pink
like a sunrise cocktail

One kilo to me
means three medium sized mangoes
in red and white plastic

I imagined my legs
walking home with one kilo of mangoes
swinging by my side, turning
from yellow to orange
and finally back to gold

Poem 2

Is it normal
to have no memory
of when you came nor left?

That I could not sink a pin
on any objective thing about you, really
only a feeling, and mine at that

Did you come twice
to prove yourself?
Only my feelings, always

When always is not too often
i think, most likely
a space will appear
in the shape of you

Would you want me
when I didn't you?
Perhaps you are already
in some primordial nest
which resonates not
'oh God no'
but 'finally'

Four Day Old Poem

i trickle into morning
with a name on my lips
and open my eyes to live
the waking, walking dream

of sewing a button on your shirt

After Morgause

This is why you love me so much. I cast a spell on you while you were dreaming (probably about swimming naked in a pond again). I blew spinkle leaf and sulfur into the soles of your feet so that wherever you go in the world, they will know their way to me and itch to make it. Moving up, I tied a string of braided daisies around you there and kissed the knot. I sprinkled shavings of my skin on your scalp to shape your thoughts after the curves of my body. And at last, I turned myself small enough to pass through your skin and penetrate your core and say a million kind and beautiful things to it.

It is not nature, but all my doing.

To Write A Love Story

one must know how to paint wide eyes
that soften at once

acquire a loyalty to the task
a fire which burns both hot and cool
and quiet too

Know damage, phantom limbs
and a memory that spans across
generations to where this began:

a girl with a clam around her heart.
a girl who danced ballet as a secret.
a girl who loved a poor violinist named Hopenko

a girl with an apple, a snake on her foot
and before that, a word.

Chesterton and The Fatal Metaphor

He takes some time to tie his shoes
fumbles maybe once or twice
then out the door he goes
Looking forward, looking out.
In this land of progress
the mantra’s clear and loud
All is well that feels well

In my space, it is well (you know, as well)
I take the time to sit as still
that on forehead, shoulder
open palms - what flutters may alight.
In this land of progress
the mantra’s clear and sound
All is well that is, is all..
even in a flooded house


I liked living in this day

Dear Soulfood Journal,

I'm sure you feel properly neglected! Since I was having a truly wonderful day, I thought to visit you. Thank you for waiting for me so patiently. Here are some odd tidbits from my ramblings notebook.

Perp or Divinity or 'The Name Which Cannot Be Named'

What the perpiness of things will bring
is Us, to where it tends, it bends
and ends

the things you start
which you then forget about
will swim to you in the finding
of a beautiful and complete set -
Your particular, perpetual perp (the one you met!)

That is what the self does bring -
the perpiness that is all things

Preparation For An Event

The things that move
and move
they move me

It's a circle
of girls in Indian sit
In green and beige
with small neckties, butterfly bibs
Inverted trees, growing down

My arms are interlocked
for a game that's pass the message
blind, feeling for a gentle code
Pass the message

Moves through the ring
of inverted trees
growing down
passing the message

I leave you with a pair of quotes by Orhan Pamuk in his book called The New Life.

"This was the kind of light within I could recast myself; I could lose my way in this light"
"I already sensed in this light the shadows of an existence I had yet to know and embrace."

Oh wait, and another poem I wrote in May.


In the day I prowl the city untethered
At night I lose my head to beckoning ground
an ostrich to the sand
There is so much to unearth

keep my head up, build a strong neck,
balance them on my shoulders
they can tell me 'sleep now'
that my feet may touch soil
and walk the earth tomorrow


Half A Sphere

So what is this chest so worried with now?
Letters, words, ideas undown
Reminders - an urgent matter or two
Will they not swim and fly
then flutter to you?

What time of day?
Make no mistake,
It's midnight now,
But what time of day?

The side that moves forward
sleeps under letters,
And the one that expands
is pulling me thin.

A lot of (Sleep)Walking

Dreams visit, leave
faint imprints in my tone of voice
the quality of my look on you
I am not home, but trying to find
where we were last night

Teeth fall out, drownded cows
and camels drift steadily by
Something more and sweet
dangerous for sure
which leaves me now
misty-eyed, in a fog


We must keep house
wipe, mop, dust the must
off books which are friends

Companions that will come with me
to every home I make
(Loosely chronological. Also these are the books that captured me and made a dramatic impression on me at the time I read them)

1. The Catcher in the Rye by JD Salinger
2. The Giver by Lois Lowry
3. The Solitaire Mystery by Jostein Gaarder
4. Many Waters by Madeline L'engle
5. Stargirl by Jerry Spinelli
6. Harry Potter 1, 2, 3 & 4 by JK Rowling
7. The Westing Game by Ellen Raskin
8. How the Garcia Girls Lost Their Accents by Julia Alvarez
9. The World according to Garp by John Irving
10. The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand
11. We the Living by Ayn Rand
12. Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand
13. The Once and Future King by TH White
14. The Theif of Time by Terry Prachett
15. Stardust by Neil Gaiman
16. The Eyre Affair by Jasper Fforde
17. The Birth of Venus by Sarah Dunant
18. Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides
19. Ark Baby by Liz Jensen
20. White Teeth by Zadie Smith
21. Jazz by Toni Morrison
22. The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay by Michael Chabon
23. Care of the Soul by Thomas Moore
24. Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe by Fannie Flagg
25. On Beauty by Zadie Smith
26. The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera
27. The Feast of All Saints by Anne Rice
28. My Mistress' Sparrow is Dead edited by Jeffrey Eugenides
29. Kushiel's Dart by Jaqueline Carry
30. The Sacred and Profane Love Machine by Iris Murdoch
31. JM Barrie's Peter Pan by Eleanor Graham
32. The Name of the Rose by Umberto Eco (2nd sem 2008)
33. Paradise by Toni Morrison (2nd sem 2008)
34. The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy
35. Straight Man by Richard Russo
36. Sula by Toni Morrison
37. The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafon
38. Wherever You Go, There You Are by John Kabat-Zinn
39. What I Talk About When I Talk About Running by Haruki Murakami
40. Still Life With Woodpecker by Tom Robbins
41. Watership Down by Richard Adams
42. The Sacred and Profane Love Machine by Iris Murdoch
43. Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert
44. Brazil by John Updike
45. The Eye of Spirit by Ken Wilber
46. Case Studies by Kate Atkinson
47. Grace and Grit by Ken Wilber
48. The Brief And Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Diaz
49. The Same Sea by Amos Oz
50. Lives of Girls And Women by Alice Munro
51. Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro
52. Nocturnes by Kazuo Ishiguro
53.Inventing the Abbots and Other Stories by Sue Miller

Some space for a few that I know are lurking somewhere at the back of my mind :)