- the hypocrisy of the entire NFL--How did we not boycott this! How am I watching this! How can I be upset about people enjoying football if it’s not them or all the participants individually, but who is to blame?
- of sports, for God’s sake--and I’m a huge hockey fan so I am trying to use that as a vehicle to relate to other sports fans, but let’s face it, women’s professional sports are not comparable to men’s in terms of media, money, hype, concern… why are they segregated at all? Don’t give me biology for that; it is bigger than that. How do I rationalize being a woman who is “into” male-dominated pro sports, with all their baggage, without going crazy?
Renegade Lemonade
Monday, February 2, 2015
Super Bowl
Thursday, January 10, 2013
Scenario
An ant trapped inside the
Hermetic plastic wrapping of
A new cell phone in a box
Suffocating to death,
Preferably as raindrops
Spatter on the labels.
No, I can't imagine it
Couldn't suffer the
Shame
Of being a person packed
Unwittingly
Into the rigid plastic
Container of a
Mass-produced alien retail item.
I refuse.
Monday, December 17, 2012
The Voyeur
Leo kept his binoculars in a box under his bed behind another box of old knick-knacks, even though as an object they were innocent. So was Leo, on the outside, so what if he liked to contemplate, while looking off unfocused, the things he would do that might garner judgments, things alternating between heroic and criminal. In the end, thought Leo, those things were the same; the only difference was the outcome, whether anyone was saved or only lost.
Yes, he convinced himself of this while he stood at his window on the 18th floor with his binoculars aimed down at the room across the block, 15th floor, beneath the porch with the flower boxes and next to the whitish stain on the bricks. The room that did not have shades.
Something nothing
Something hits the back of Joe's neck, both sharp and stinging, like a barb. He is reaching to slap it when it tugs--something like a string is attached, pulling him backwards. As he realizes this, adrenaline pumps and he changes the course of his hand, reaches back and cartwheels, just grazing the face of the holder of the string, which is more like a taut, thin metal twine. She is a chiseled old woman with wild gray hair. Nothing above her mouth has ever smiled.
Nothing above her mouth has ever smiled, but of the panoply of possible expressions she has passed through quite a few. There was the time she walked into the kitchen and the back door was wide open, the curtain trailing in a body-blindfold on the dog running through the yard, heading for the fence dead-on, and she couldn't see where the rod had fallen and rolled under the table or stop the leaves that were blowing in fast. And there was the time the bank came for the house and she took the dog back to the pound. She hasn't ever, with her eyes, been able to do more than reflect the world back out. But now, this starry night, this gently vibrating field of fireflies, hanging onto nothing.
Hanging onto nothing could be a way to fall, stand still, present arms for holding something, a way to describe non-stuff, empty space and the absence of math--no numbers, no relations. No matter at all.
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Resolution
Monday, November 5, 2012
Heads
downward dog
yoga is supposed to be about not thinking
but i was just drifting and
i imagine we all share some similarities
all those wide and varied thoughts
which ones were really empty
which ones are looking around at
all the other heads
don't catch them with your own eye,
embarrassed,
this was supposed to be a private meditation
Monday, June 11, 2012
outside things
apartment buildings hold and stand
electrical wires slice, divide
back porches wait
the things outside.
staircases go up or down, sometimes spiral
sometimes lean, but never lay
boa constrictor vines try to choke and
strangle the bricks, but the undead ones
always win and eventually vines wither in
cold or drought.
spiders spin and cockroaches persist as long
as the Earth
standing water breeds flies
shadows reflect an object and morph it
merge it
slowly cover it for the night.
dogs bark because it's morning because
there was a truck or
they heard a noise.
birds cheep in their sleep reminding us of
day or whatever it is people imagine
laying awake between dreams.