May 14, 2012
Everyday is Mother’s Day! 母親節快樂!
I was taken back to my baby days when I ran into a copy of this story at a small bookstore in Seattle! I can still hear my Mom’s voice reading it to me throughout my childhood, and singing “I’ll love you forever, I’ll like you for always. As long as I’m living my baby you’ll be.” I love you Mom.

Everyday is Mother’s Day! 母親節快樂!

I was taken back to my baby days when I ran into a copy of this story at a small bookstore in Seattle! I can still hear my Mom’s voice reading it to me throughout my childhood, and singing “I’ll love you forever, I’ll like you for always. As long as I’m living my baby you’ll be.” I love you Mom.

Apr 8, 2012

second

language

tastes

so good

here

between

my lips

between

my fingertips

among

my thoughts

feels

so right

as if

I should

have

known

it first.

-SRM

Apr 1, 2012

(very) rough draft of a cloud/word project that’s in the works

Apr 1, 2012

Whitman: Song of Myself

A recording/guided reading ofSong of Myself.You can even pick which voice you like best! I prefer James over the rest. He takes it slow and serious. Lovely..

Mar 29, 2012

sometimes I catch myself counting all my steps just to make sure I am going somewhere.

Mar 29, 2012
Frequented one of my favorite Chicago spots (the AIC) today. Here’s a smattering of words that Georgia O’Keeffe’s painting Above the Clouds inspired:

for once
little will be thought of the below; you see
she went above
to show
the underbelly
actually the upside
of the way.
you can only see it as she made it.
you can only see those daytime lambs
hoisted aloft
as parts of a whole
as holes out of here.
the whole thing
is a stepping stone
a door.

Frequented one of my favorite Chicago spots (the AIC) today. Here’s a smattering of words that Georgia O’Keeffe’s painting Above the Clouds inspired:

for once

little will be thought of the below; you see

she went above

to show

the underbelly

actually the upside

of the way.

you can only see it as she made it.

you can only see those daytime lambs

hoisted aloft

as parts of a whole

as holes out of here.

the whole thing

is a stepping stone

a door.

Mar 25, 2012
Smile O voluptuous coolbreathed earth!
Earth of the slumbering and liquid trees!
Earth of departed sunset! Earth of the mountains misty-top!
Earth of vitreous pour of the full moon just tinged with blue!
Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river!
Earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter and clearer for my sake!
Far-swooping elbowed earth! Rich apple-blossomed earth!
Smile, for your lover comes!
—Leaves of Grass, Walt Whitman, 1855
*Picture: sea, mountains, sky in Taiwan

Smile O voluptuous coolbreathed earth!
Earth of the slumbering and liquid trees!
Earth of departed sunset! Earth of the mountains misty-top!
Earth of vitreous pour of the full moon just tinged with blue!
Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river!
Earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter and clearer for my sake!
Far-swooping elbowed earth! Rich apple-blossomed earth!
Smile, for your lover comes!
Leaves of Grass, Walt Whitman, 1855
*Picture: sea, mountains, sky in Taiwan

Mar 25, 2012

cool, thx tumblr

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Mar 17, 2012

http://www.austinkleon.com/category/newspaper-blackout-poems/

not really into horoscopes.. but blackout poetry.. YES. thinking of doing a collection of some soon…

Feb 29, 2012

Our time here is for utterance

Alain Barer, new poet to add to my favorites list.

Discovered this poet in March’s Poetry Magazine. He’s French, of course, giving me yet another reason to learn this lovely language.

A few lines from his poem Sleep Log that kept me awake the first night I read it:

_________________________________________________________

the universe is curved like a banana

_________________________________________________________

Life opens gives and invites you - or it goes to hell

one must live to write. Our time here is for utterance

_________________________________________________________

Linger only with the healthy ideas. Salty ones.

_________________________________________________________

There are those born to soon and those born too late who preserve with haunting smiles the mistakes, the traces. And the one born at the right moment is forever vivid, intensely illuminating each instant.

(YES! to all of it I say Yes!)

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