Monday, December 29, 2008

Oh my new year

because i am a year
older now,
i have to pull my
laptop closer
to my face in
order to read
your poems.

Friday, December 26, 2008

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Good Riddence Bad Sword

A specialist was introduced to me last night by way of a glowing group with whom I work. She was covered by a thick, winsome blue like that of the china plate I borrowed from a former employer. My reluctance was strong at the beginning and I needed much reassurance from my regular pals in order to allow her to start working on me. I even made her start while I was on my side before allowing her access to my vulnerable top side. This specialist was planning on removing my past in pieces. She dug into me tossing out chunks of lives still affecting my present life. As the almost tangible wreckage spattered against the mirror next to my bed they shattered into light particles, dissolving into the never- existing, existed, to exist. The process involved me viewing, reliving these snippets of past while they were being dislodged. Past life memory for me has always been gray so the intensity of this situation frightened me at moments. The reason for her color was to soothe me. She blanketed me, really cocooned me into a state of hyper-presence. This was to be the last time to experience these events that clogged my energetic arteries so I best be awake for them. At one point I watched a sword being drawn out of my husbands back. I wasn't sure if I was the girl in the picture or the horse. My specialist was not there to answer questions so I let it go. The rest of the pictures I relived are gone for good now. Perhaps the sword image is remembered so I could tell Joe about it, which I have done. My specialist came and went with few words. I do know that I can expect her back at some point because before leaving she said, "that's it for now." I must have fallen asleep suddenly because the next thing that happened was that I woke up and Joe was beside me asleep. It was one of those experiences where the events seemed to skip though time.

Friday, December 19, 2008

New Candles!

Well, I didn't design the rainbow, but I did pour it into a candle jar :) I love it!
The scent is Snozzberry (of course). There is a link to this down, down, down on the left side of this blog. :)

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Did I ever tell you that I love shoes...and sequins?

link to bigger pics

Miu Miu, the 'fun and quirky' line designed by Miuccia Prada has been my favorite for years. It combines the luxury of Prada but with a fun and colorful twist. A few times per year I hunt the local DSW (designer shoe warehouse) for some clearance rack Miu Miu shoes. They have become harder to come by lately, but these!!! I asked my husband if we really need to pay the rent next month, but he said we do. Oh well, I can always dream. I am a late bloomer when it comes to shoe loving. My sister became a convert after I kept dragging her to all the shoe stores in the area and she found a very floral pair of Isaac Mizrahi pumps. Now we go to DSW together and spend hours walking the aisles.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Birthdates briefly examined by a machine

I like these things...birthdate meanings, names, zodiac stuff. It's all very interesting and usually pretty spot on for me. (There's a link at the bottom to do your birthday.) One funny thing about this is my power color, pink (they call it rose) is the only color I don't like. Maybe I should do an experiment and wear pink to see what happens. :)- In seventh or eigth grade I dyed my hair with fruit punch cool-aid hoping to get red hair. It came out pink and I had a perm at the time (ahhh!) so I wore a hat for a month until it washed out. I have a picture of that somewhere, I should find it. It's pretty hysterical!

You Are a Visionary

You tend to be a the rock in relationships - people depend on you.

Thoughtful and caring, you often put others needs first.

You aren't content to help those you know... you want to give to the world.

An idealist, you strive for positive change and dream about how much better things could be.

Your strength: Your intuition

Your weakness: You put yourself last

Your power color: Rose

Your power symbol: Cloud

Your power month: June

No Railing

There's something missing
but I ignore it
like a staircase with
no railing
I reach for it
but I don't fall down
when it's not there
my hand just falls
to my side
and I walk up to the top

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Sephyrus Press made it to The New Yorker (even if only in passing)

December 9, 2008
Literary Smackdown Revisited
The Literary Trivia Smackdown 2.0, which pitted PEN vs. Lit Bloggers, was the ultimate event at the Twenty-first Annual Indie and Small Press Book Fair this past weekend. And a lively literary contest it was, nimbly emceed by the ironically tuxedoed and erudite author Tim W. Brown. PEN won, 16-13, I think, but I’m not entirely sure; making our way around nearly a hundred and fifty literature-strewn tables of indie presses—whose names reminded me at times of a flock of unruly reindeer: Archipelago, Dream Weaver, Fractious, Leapfrog, Luminus, Olympia, Persea, Rainbow Star, Sephyrus, Whirlwind, Windspur, just to name a few—was so dizzying in its multiplicity that a New Yorker colleague and I had to pop across the street to a Greek taverna for fortification.

The questions came hard and fast, and were of such graduate-school caliber—the name of Don DeLillo’s only play or Washington Irving’s house or the author of the first slave narrative—that not even the lifelines to audience and adjudicator helped the impressive contestants. We were, all in all, relieved that the Book Bench bloggers hadn’t been asked to participate. Nonetheless, there was one question neither team got that my less-addled colleague did: what writer was the inspiration for the Brandy Alexander? The Lit Bloggers suggested Alexander Pope; PEN parried with Alexandre Dumas (or perhaps it was the other way around). The answer: the New Yorker writer and Round Tablist Alexander Woollcott.

Except that, on sober reflection, this seems to be just another apocryphal urban legend, signifying sound and fury, at least if the Brandy Alexander entry on Wikepedia (which may prove to be the future of publishing) is to be believed. Therein we are told:“Drama critic/celebrity Alexander Woollcott was very fond of this drink, and he encouraged the assumption that it was named after him. (The actual origin of the drink’s name is unknown.)”

In the literary smackdown’s wake, another colleague and I ventured a couple of blocks west to do some literary slurping, I mean sleuthing, at the Algonquin. For those at home interested in keeping up with literary tradition, here is a recipe for the immortally named concoction, whomever the hell it’s named after:

May we suggest a revised question for Literary Trivia Smackdown 3.0: what chocolatey cocktail is one of the main characters in Chuck Palahniuk’s novel “Invisible Monsters” named after?

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Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Wanna come to my party?

ARIES (March 21-April 19): It's an ideal time for you to throw a party for
all the people you've ever been and all the different selves who live within
you now. Invite the teenager who once seethed with frustrated potential
and the four-year-old who loved nothing more than to play. Include the
hopeful complainer who stands in the shadows and dares you to ask for
more, as well as the brave hero who comes out every now and then to
attempt seemingly impossible feats of happiness. Don't forget any of the
various personalities who have contributed to making you who you are.
Celebrate your internal diversity. Marvel at how good you are at changing.

to read your own, visit

Sometimes I feel like a fraud because I have to many personas. Some people experience more of one than the other. It's not something I prepare for- just happens that way. Thanks for understanding! To reward you all for putting up with all the "mes" I really should have a party :)

Sunday, December 7, 2008

Sunday day, day day night

double tipped m&m.
welcomed into my mouth.
peanut butter mastication.

letulip ego wonderland

greetings my friend to
my keyboard. your
beauty is held in our

enthusiasm and overwhelmingness
is what I have to offer. take
it as it be. i mean not to scare
you! how silly, really? I'm
not scary. I'm for you. and everyone
and no one all. i can disappear. have and will

the dead are obvious. they know
what we will respond to. we are
the dense ones, wanting not to
see them. our lives are not
separate from theirs. we all
live in the same place. no place.
we made it all up a long time ago.
and we will be far from here once more.
earth II is already done. being tested
as I type. but earth II exists.
it all does. we made it so. and
are making it not so.

we should visit other places.
be the fish and rocks. vacation

learn from inanimate objects. we
created them. don't throw them
away. they speak as we do.

boxy knows. just ask him.

we leave layers behind. shadows and
fingerprints. can you find your trail?
walk in a circle and trace your steps.
what did you say to yourself the
second time 'round? you'll know.

living is adventure. so much
more than we know.

my smile shows it. i like seeing
you. and it and nothing. i have
never seen nothing. it does not
exist. gray, clouds, magic.

i'll see you. and you'll

Friday, December 5, 2008