Month: December 2003

new year!


An excellent NY picture, from half a world away — and a happy one to all of you as well! Munakata Shrine Just got back from Munakata Shrine. This year we moved to a small village in Chiba and Mizuka and I decided to go to the local shrine to pay our New Years respects. At Munakata Shrine, we met many of our neighbors, clensed ourselves and payed our respects. I’ve just uploaded some photos. […]



29 December 2003 | In Passing… “He stole your blowdryer?” “Yeah.” “Before or after you broke up?” –Two women talking in the bakery section at Whole Foods.

Moms from Hell


From lgf: may impair your ability {And I thought my mom was overbearing…} Mothers from Hell A Palestinian woman carries an AK-47 as other holds a hand grenade during a rally to mark the 39th anniversary of the Palestinian National Liberation Movement’s (Fatah) foundation in Gaza City, Wednesday Dec. 31, 2003.

Disillusionment of Ten O'Clock


The houses are haunted By white night-gowns. None are green, Or purple with green rings, Or green with yellow rings, Or yellow with blue rings. None of them are strange, With socks of lace And beaded ceintures. People are not going To dream of baboons and periwinkles. Only, here and there, an old sailor, Drunk and asleep in his boots, Catches tigers In red weather. — Wallace Stevens

Above Pate Valley


We finished clearing the last Section of trail by noon, High on the ridge-side Two thousand feet above the creek Reached the pass, went on Beyond the white pine groves, Granite shoulders, to a small Green meadow watered by the snow, Edged with Aspen—sun Straight high and blazing But the air was cool. Ate a cold fried trout in the Trembling shadows. I spied A glitter, and found a flake Black volcanic glass—obsidian— By a […]

end of days (of the year)

ephemera 2003

The last posting day of the year! Better hurry and get those words in fast! No lingering over the pretty day outside, with the fresh frost on the grass. Get to work! Write them poems! Copy and paste them anthology pages! Drink that tea! And no, if you’d asked me when I graduated from high school to imagine myself at this age, it wouldn’t have been very near to the actuality of it at all…

[Essential Oils]


Essential Oils — are wrung — The Attar from the Rose Be not expressed by Suns — alone — It is the gift of Screws — The General Rose — decay — But this — in Lady’s Drawer Make Summer — When the Lady lie In Spiceless Sepulchre — —Emily Dickinson