30 Apr 2007

Look, You’re Just Not the Pine Scented Air. Get Over It.

Written by sally @ 4:51 am — Section: Uncategorized

I’m off to DC this morning for a few days. This is a quicker trip than usual, but it has bonus points already for several reasons: one, I am having dinner with Vicki Nelson, and two, I will not be standing in a tent for 8 hours giving pencils to the children of America. (more…)

29 Apr 2007

You Aren’t Missing Much.

Written by sally @ 5:26 pm — Section: Uncategorized

A Star is Born in the Eagle Nebula

to Larry Levis, 1946-1996

They’ve finally admitted that trying to save the oil-soaked
seabirds doesn’t work. You can wash them, rinse them
with a high-pressure nozzle, feed them activated charcoal
to absorb toxic chemicals, & test them for anemia, but the oil
still disrupts the microscopic alignment of feathers that creates
a kind of wet suit around the body. (Besides, it costs $600 to wash
the oil slick off a penguin & $32,000 to clean an Alaskan seabird.) (more…)

28 Apr 2007

It’s Great Literature.

Written by sally @ 5:14 pm — Section: Uncategorized

(more…)

27 Apr 2007

A Poem for Today.

Written by sally @ 10:24 am — Section: Uncategorized

Untitled

Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
Frank Melton can’t knock down my house with a sledgehammer
Because I’m moving to Peru.

— Sally Nordan

(from Frank Melton: An Anthology, 2007, p. 45)

Mayoral Ipecac.

Written by sally @ 7:00 am — Section: Uncategorized

It’s a dark day for Jackson. The mayor, Frank Melton, was on trial this week for taking a sledgehammer to an alleged crack house in the middle of the night and destroying it. The minors who live with him were directed to do so as well. So were his bodyguards. There were witnesses. Apparently there were pictures. But Melton and his bodyguards were found not guilty on all 11 felony counts.

I think I may have to vomit.

26 Apr 2007

Austere and Lonely Offices.

Written by sally @ 8:23 am — Section: Uncategorized

Those Winter Sundays

Sundays too my father got up early
and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,
then with cracked hands that ached
from labor in the weekday weather made
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him. (more…)

25 Apr 2007

No Stab Nor Squirm.

Written by sally @ 12:24 pm — Section: Uncategorized

Thoughts for a Sunshiny Morning

It costs me never a stab nor squirm
To tread by chance upon a worm.
“Aha, my little dear,” I say,
“Your clan will pay me back one day.”

— Dorothy Parker

(from The Collected Poetry of Dorothy Parker. New York: The Modern Library, 11959. p, 117)

24 Apr 2007

If We Are Lucky.

Written by sally @ 12:04 pm — Section: Uncategorized

Margaret Atwood’s poems are like Edward Gorey drawings. Read this and see what I mean.

Game Before Supper

This is before electricity,
it is when there were porches. (more…)

23 Apr 2007

Shack Attack.

Written by sally @ 4:02 pm — Section: Uncategorized

Larry waited in the car while I ran in the Pizza Shack (most awesomest pizza place name of all time, connoting both delicious tomato-and-cheese-laden bread and rickety, dirty shantytowns at the same time) to pick up our order. It was Saturday night and the Shack was packed.

Our order got screwed up (you ordered a veggie? why, here’s a meat lover’s! what, is there a problem?) and I had to wait in the steamy* pit of insanity for thirty additional minutes. But here is what I saw: (more…)

Far More Bizarre.

Written by sally @ 9:58 am — Section: Uncategorized

Circulation

And all at length are gathered in.
–Louise Bogan

By the time I came around to feeling pain
and woke up, moonlight
flooded the room. My arm lay paralyzed,
propped up like an old anchor under
your back. You were in a dream,
you said later, where you’d arrived
early for the dance. But after
a moment’s anxiety you were okay
because it was really a sidewalk
sale, and the shoes you were wearing,
or not wearing, were fine for that. (more…)

22 Apr 2007

If Bees Are Few.

Written by sally @ 9:46 am — Section: Uncategorized

To make a prairie

To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,
One clover, and a bee.
And revery.
The revery alone will do,
If bees are few.

— Emily Dickinson

21 Apr 2007

You Ate an Apple.

Written by sally @ 9:22 pm — Section: Uncategorized

One of my favorite books growing up was Camilla by Madeleine L’Engle. In it, Camilla rides the ferry with Frank, who is her best friend Luisa’s brother, and this poem comes to her mind: (more…)

20 Apr 2007

This is a Very Ordinary Experience.

Written by sally @ 10:24 am — Section: Uncategorized

I Walked Over the Grave of Henry James (more…)

19 Apr 2007

Nuggggggg.

Written by sally @ 2:50 pm — Section: Uncategorized

• Vanity tags:

HOTMOMA
CUNHEVN

Um. Does that say coon heaven?! (more…)

What a World of Awkwardness!

Written by sally @ 9:23 am — Section: Uncategorized

The World and I

This is not exactly what I mean
Any more than the sun is the sun. (more…)

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