tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123542102012-01-30T08:47:55.931-05:00something katypoemtree growing into something mekatyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.comBlogger12931100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-82311646873635671352012-01-30T08:47:00.000-05:002012-01-30T08:47:55.937-05:00fabulousthere was nothing batman could do
she had him locked in handcuffs
a bowl of jelly beans just out of reach
while judge judy was out
"dancing with sailors" she said
and there was no hope of being saved
by robin or batgirl because neither would think
to look for him in a hotel room in Italy.katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-17180306954144186952012-01-22T15:55:00.003-05:002012-01-22T15:55:54.562-05:00if peter falls in love with herpeter felt himself fall in love
and it hurt more than the 16 stitches in his sidekatyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-77827834672620509252012-01-22T15:55:00.000-05:002012-01-22T15:55:15.104-05:00snogging in the libraryit is exactly that
and what
it might sound like
too
two people
covering their faces
with books
and each others'katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-68108205401873052502012-01-11T15:34:00.000-05:002012-01-11T15:34:39.786-05:00"But Zeffirino was hardly one to renounce a whole family of octopus, now discovered."-a poem based on a line from a story by italo calvino-
for mike
under the skin of every
high school drama teacher
is a creature who knows he is good
at everything, which everyone knows he is not
he has a talent for tactless attempts
at projects better left untouched
but he cannot ignore the ghost
of the old woman in the rafters
or the soul of his past lives circling around
him like a wholekatyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-86902252001487363152012-01-08T13:11:00.001-05:002012-01-08T13:12:11.917-05:00doll house architect
by Ivan Slavinskiiy
he had been making doll houses
pristine and white
with lace and rose-covered wall paper
around every corner
and every detail a little girl's delight
for fifty-four years before
an epiphany
struck him like a blast of lightening
bright and dangerous
a glass house. it would be
his most dramatic, beautiful and prized work to date
something to give those auctioneers
a katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-3172694991113242912012-01-04T13:07:00.000-05:002012-01-04T13:07:56.354-05:00blue painti put my hand on the wall
where the paint had bubbled
and rippled and torn
under the heat of water dripping
from the bathtub upstairs
and there i felt nothing
but empty space between me
the paint, and the wall.katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-78869888384167045832012-01-03T22:03:00.001-05:002012-01-03T22:09:26.795-05:00stitchedhe was walking with friends
with his hands in the pockets of his jeans
when he saw a shivering girl
stood outside a busy cafe
her right hand in a plaster cast
and stitches over her left eye
dressed in boots and jeans,
a heavy, gray pea coat and colorful scarf
her hair was bright red
tied back in a pony tail
thick plumes of steam escaped her mouth
as she breathed out into the ice cold air katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-372758760465154122012-01-03T16:34:00.000-05:002012-01-03T16:34:09.916-05:00the bird house galaxyorange cats chose to sleep
in cardboard boxes from amazon.com
while the calico sleeps between the feet
of a man and woman, married for eight years almost
there are nests in the back yard
where birds and squirrels are resting
waiting for cold weather to settle in
before flying south or sleeping inkatyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-59337200338523320642012-01-02T21:15:00.000-05:002012-01-02T21:15:07.916-05:00man with one quida reply to eoin macken's a woman on the tube
there are few who notice
an old woman in flannel rags
unless she's crying
or leaning against them on the tube
their ears plugged with sounds
selected at random by a device
i can hear the songs too
because you play them so loud
you don't want to hear the world
but you have to see it
you have to see me
give me your change
or think a smile will do
katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-6176940620262395242012-01-02T15:37:00.000-05:002012-01-02T15:37:29.514-05:00afterthey spent three days together
in the house and around the bog
with cats awake at inapropriate hours
sleeping in or eating out with friends
but after a few chores and errands ran
she had to go.katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-9872872582161307102012-01-01T15:12:00.001-05:002012-01-01T15:14:38.405-05:00good morning, new yearshe found a young man on the floor
of a long hall of apartments
where she'd been at a party
to celebrate the new year
he was slumped over, asleep
with floppy brown hair and drunken eyes
kicking him gently to wake him
he groaned and turned his face to her
she told him, "you look like you could be handsome"
then insisted he follow her the six blocks home
because "you can't stay here".
she katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-8328558356958059572011-12-29T20:46:00.000-05:002011-12-29T20:46:08.694-05:00american lasagnashe showed up unannounced
with a brown bag of groceries
took off her coat and scarf
before turning the oven on
and scrounging around
for all the right utensils
"i assumed you'd have eggs"
she said, taking two from the fridge
she browned meat with fresh garlic
let sauce simmer on the stove
grated cheeses and boiled pastas
and piled the lot into a large square pan
and while it cooked in the katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-11912736382038577362011-12-27T23:12:00.000-05:002011-12-27T23:12:52.088-05:00swat teathe swat team, scheduled to infiltrate
a house on circuit road south,
ended up taking tea with a sweet old lady
at a house on circuit road north.katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-81316302244163980032011-12-27T13:48:00.000-05:002011-12-27T13:48:29.592-05:00the gingerbread housekatyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-43379987423380383822011-12-26T23:50:00.000-05:002011-12-26T23:50:32.389-05:00offerings of fancyoff the ship, he greeted her
with offers of red currents
and baby pears anjou
but could not convince
this lady in extravigant green
to take him in for the nightkatyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-69465815516358443012011-10-21T09:18:00.000-04:002011-10-21T09:18:12.987-04:00bright october themedespite the vanilla beans
floating in your tea
like satellites in negative polaroid
mimicking the freckles on your ear
all of my energy is negative
slow and unforgiving
the churn in my stomach is wretched
digging deep beyond my enthusiasm
for sweets flavored with fruits
and nutmeg and thyme and brown sugarkatyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-20706432272347696402011-10-19T21:37:00.000-04:002011-10-19T21:37:22.840-04:00new unconditional behaviorNEW UNCONDITIONAL BEHAVIOR
what happened to the rain?
it never stopped bleeding into your shirt
and developing patterns of density
in the process
i knew communication by connection
you filtered black tea the last decent attempt of the open mind had dried around the radio's death on common broadcast so, but the problem is you're empty is not necessarily my cup, unless of course we were katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-39093227909193288682011-09-30T21:12:00.000-04:002011-09-30T21:12:08.425-04:00it's october tomorrow!katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-87999431085677358472011-09-24T21:21:00.000-04:002011-09-24T21:21:54.271-04:00would wifeas a girl she held imaginary tea parties
dressing all her dolls and teddy bears
in their very best attire
she grew long and beautiful and so did her dreams
of hosting parties for princesses
in palaces in far away places
today she offers you tea and a choice
of biscuits or cake from her stash
kept in tins behind the olive oil in the top cupboard
and if you asked her to marry you
she would katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-2075158817194488802011-09-07T13:12:00.001-04:002011-09-07T13:12:58.532-04:00others' poetryi asked some friends on facebook to recommend a poem for me to read. as much as i like to write the odd poem, i also like to read the stuff. it acts as inspiration, not just for writing new poems, but inspiration in the day-to-day mobility of life.
right now, my need for poetry is out of need for comfort. my left arm is very soar, painful even. i am going to see my doctor this afternoon to katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-22136478309492862622011-09-06T17:30:00.000-04:002011-09-06T17:30:37.050-04:00the pagoda forestred pandas laze in pink-pine trees
among inhabited bird houses
unpainted and weather worn
they were put up in bunches
ripe strawberries hatch from their roots
surrounding a calm, circular pond
where grey dirt turns to mud
and sticks to shoes like paste
you'll see a red and golden pagoda
floating aimlessly over the water
waiting patiently to be mounted
by bold visitors to this sacred placekatyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-82080850874065085842011-08-10T14:10:00.000-04:002011-08-10T14:10:53.219-04:00augie the birdaugie was an orange talking bird
with bright blue feet with three long toes each
he talked a lot of nonsense
but was ever the affectionate one
until one day he met a large chinese family
while out at the movies with me
and left to spend his days
in the company of his new friends
and that, augie, broke my heart.katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-45173453208032035412011-08-01T08:04:00.002-04:002011-08-01T08:04:29.429-04:00josh missed ryanryan's coworker and office mate, josh, got a little lonely while ryan was away for two weeks...
katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-27809044868646432992011-07-31T09:39:00.000-04:002011-07-31T09:39:39.097-04:00England Tripryan and i just got home from a very relaxing stay in england where our main purpose of going (and main reason for going when we did) was to meet our new niece Leila May...
we spent most of our time in and around Derby with the exception of a day in london town where we went on the Dr Who Experience (thank you Kerry!) and got to see a few seriously awesome TARDIS sets including the entire 9th katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-15236461548004732452011-07-13T15:39:00.000-04:002011-07-13T15:39:52.921-04:00off to england tomorrowgoing to meet Leila, our niece (!!!). going to eat jelly babies. going to drink tea. going to walk through christopher eccleston's TARDIS! and going to relax. a lot.
katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-47082083042912628112011-07-06T21:06:00.000-04:002011-07-06T21:06:57.050-04:00the first night (a drabble) m followed c home from the art gallery. they had a private after-party on the couch. the neighbors could hear them, but couldn't make out the words. the neighbors couldn't hear m asking c if he could stay. the neighbors couldn't hear c tell m how she found him handsome. the neighbors could hear them laughing together. the private after-party was going well, and went on until morning. m woke up katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-63925819844527303502011-07-06T20:32:00.000-04:002011-07-06T20:32:10.114-04:00odd confessioni had a little wart on my right pointer finger. last weekend, it changed color from white to brown. the skin started to flake around it, and now it's gone. i didn't put anything on it or treat it with anything. about six months ago i had a little cluster of warts near this last one that i used wart band-aids to remove, but i somehow doubt that the band-aids have had some sort of residual katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-26968071754210635352011-07-05T20:34:00.000-04:002011-07-05T20:34:10.287-04:00strawberriesryan and i joined the Coonamessett Farm this year, which meant i got to go pick strawberries a few weeks ago (extra good because giovanni, the bunny in our yard, ate my potted strawberry!)...
katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-2206930880032976052011-07-05T20:29:00.000-04:002011-07-05T20:29:24.369-04:00summer means lobsterit's been a crazy summer so far, what with the selling of olive oils, weight watchers and all the macaron baking i've been doing. so i've neglected my blog a little. ryan and i did find time to celebrate my very american holiday this weekend with some delicious lobster on Monday night, followed by even more delicious-er lobster truffle macaroni and cheese tonight.
katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-26816895137534747932011-06-10T09:58:00.000-04:002011-06-10T09:58:24.173-04:00strawberry season is upon us
it's a bit deformed, a bit pale looking, but it is a strawberry nonetheless. more picture updates to follow as we watch this little guy grow.katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-58766545488883279422011-06-08T16:44:00.000-04:002011-06-08T16:44:49.609-04:00compare and contrastthey sat. their feet poking out from under the blanket. they both have tanned feet, but his toes are hairy where hers are soft and ticklish. they chose the same favorite superhero as their favorite, but desire different powers were they to be given out. he wants to fly, she wants to breath under water. breakfast is both their favorite meal of the day, but he takes his toast with coffee, and she katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-33689336553371009802011-06-08T16:37:00.000-04:002011-06-08T16:37:44.062-04:00the little red sofaa big-eyed calico is curled up on the little red sofa with her head propped up on one of the checkered pillows as if she were a little person. dreaming sweetly, her black and pink padded toes twitch and flick. she is dreaming of discovering new planets made entirely of pretty colored ribbons and fluffy mice with ears that are easily torn off in play. there are no other cats to compete for the katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-14057248451575170472011-06-03T20:14:00.003-04:002011-06-03T20:18:57.962-04:00jack and i got some flowerskatyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-59401709411255028352011-05-29T21:27:00.002-04:002011-05-29T21:27:14.829-04:00rowdy vs the awesome tomatokatyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-87279842542607770262011-05-26T13:31:00.000-04:002011-05-26T13:31:43.651-04:00day fourteen drabble - "Blank Pages"i was planning valentine's cards for friends who'd sent Christmas cards when March came creeping up behind me. these cards for friends who'd sent cards became St. Patrick's day when all of a sudden it is the end of May. the table is still covered in heart shaped stamps and purple ink pads. some friends have moved or changed their names, so the addresses are beginning to expire. i've forgottenkatyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-29968254707419532442011-05-26T13:17:00.000-04:002011-05-26T13:17:04.223-04:00breakfast over betsin his vision she wore her hair down
an over sized flannel shirt hid her model form
he awoke to the smell of corn bread and coffee
the sizzle of red vegetables from the stove top
alongside the slow cooked birth of an omelet
at 8am on a Wednesday morning in Pasadena
a beauty manifest in his kitchen unexpectedly
cooking him a desert king's breakfast
her dark skin seemed light by the color of katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-8895086624376946252011-05-26T13:16:00.000-04:002011-05-26T13:16:15.311-04:00day thirteen drabble - dirty laundrylights, darks, heavy or delicate. it doesn't matter. he can navigate baskets full of dirty laundry with ease and prowess, down multiple flights of stairs. carpeted or not, no terrain is off limits and no obstacle too great. he knows the way from memory. he's taken this route so many times. from the bedroom to the basement and back again.
when the alarm sounds, he calls for his crew to katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-47487684581196474142011-05-23T22:17:00.000-04:002011-05-23T22:17:52.742-04:00keeping up with drabbleshello darlings,
as you may have noticed, i have been trying to write a drabble a day in the month of May. and in case you didn't notice, today is the 23rd day in May, and i've only written some 14 drabbles. it's more like a drabble every other day in the month of may. not quite as catchy.
i am not giving up, but i am also not sure i will catch up. you see, i have been working very hard helping katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-39736505656547243772011-05-19T19:51:00.000-04:002011-05-19T19:51:05.077-04:00day twelve drabble - applesshe drove him away from the city. his wife of two years was taking him to see something, but refused to tell him what it was, or where they were going. whatever it was, she was excited about it. very excited.
he'd been away with work for seven weeks. she was surprising when he was home every day, he couldn't begin to imagine what she'd arranged while he was gone.
he expected a picnic, a totem katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-7800045647499351512011-05-19T19:31:00.000-04:002011-05-19T19:31:11.397-04:00day eleven drabble - space wrecked
got shot down by a weapons experiment. unlicensed. unclassified. just off orbit of a water planet. unfortunate. mermaids can be hostile. luckily she crashed on a floating island. tough spot though. no chance of rescue. not a chance in the galaxy. so she kept her cool. mirrored sunglasses and elbow batched pilot jacket fashioned perfectly for keeping one's cool demeanor. but it's not easy to keepkatyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-25020748539581123862011-05-17T21:26:00.000-04:002011-05-17T21:26:24.201-04:00day ten drabble - buttercreamfirst, a specific amount of butter. measured. removed from its plastic paper. mixed thoroughly. by fork or paddle attachment. into a specific amount of very fine sugar. white and easily dispersed. yields a very specific texture. much unlike one ingredient used to make it. much like the other. then, when heavy whipping cream is added. another measured amount. and the slightest amount of vanilla. katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-36594024384733893652011-05-14T21:53:00.001-04:002011-05-19T19:32:06.802-04:00day nine drabble - emperor of softwhen he first came here to live with us, we placed him on our soft bed. he liked that. he liked that the floor was soft too. where he used to live, there was only one soft place (inside an antique baby crib).
since then, more than four years ago now, he still seeks out the softest spots. the sofa. the fuzzy blanket on the sofa. the fluffy sweatshirt on the fuzzy blanket on the sofa. you get the katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-17125980177248353002011-05-14T19:32:00.000-04:002011-05-19T19:34:38.463-04:00drabble day eight - the fortressmade of scrap metal and drift wood, the fortress is stronger than it looks. it was made with love and wood glue. brown birds protect the nooks and disparate corners. inside there are treasures disguised as toys and trunks of costumes worn by little pirates on rainy thursday evenings. the shoes are too big, of course, but the brown birds don't seem to mind. occasionally, to avoid the rain, the katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-50354149831170824682011-05-11T13:29:00.003-04:002011-05-19T19:32:39.078-04:00day seven drabble - "Thoughts in Black and White""do you want room for milk?" asked the barista, regarding the level of water rising around the bag of earl grey.
this, you consider, a trivial attitude towards something of great importance.
"yes, please" you reply with equal nonchalance.
the barista interprets your reply as uncaring. this is someone, after all, whose trade is hot drink, of which milk plays a vital part.
at the milk and sugar katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-79355866573006773242011-05-06T10:45:00.035-04:002011-05-19T19:32:53.849-04:00day six drabble - voicea deep, dastardly and debonair voice projects its way over the intercom on the dashboard of a 25th century wreck. it comes in sputters. the sound waves blurred by years of unattended atrophy amidst the dark space between planets and asteroids. his message is lost, but important. it repeats on a loop until someone deciphers it. the computer on board the old, abandoned wreck pieces together the katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-11978888961121476712011-05-06T10:31:00.001-04:002011-05-19T19:33:16.033-04:00day five drabble - floatinga blue house with purple shutters that actually close is floating through space. the shutters are kept open so the cats that live inside the house can see the stars and planets as they drift by one after another after another. they name the planets after long lost friends of theirs and keep records of each one in a diary with dates and drawings that all look exactly the same.
on days when they katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-24698267128164652322011-05-06T09:57:00.001-04:002011-05-19T19:33:32.835-04:00day four drabble - the wet planetthere is an undiscovered planet circling a yellow star at the precipice of the milky way galaxy. a planet as green and blue with oceans as our own. dozens of small islands float across the waters, loose and untamed. each island is home to unique creatures and botany.
these islands are few and hard to find, but the life beneath the surface is full and plenty with mermaids and their suitors. katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-81757232848844980952011-05-06T09:28:00.001-04:002011-05-19T19:33:47.058-04:00day three drabble - multiplexjack lives on the second floor of a cardboard multiplex. made out of boxes previously occupied by an air conditioner, a kitchenaid standing mixer, and a selection of extreme hot sauces found for sale only online.
the sign on the second floor reads "casa del gatos".
jack sleeps on top of his second floor multiplex apartment, on the roof. it's starting to cave in just so. so jack, be careful katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-61638762625383065102011-05-02T11:03:00.000-04:002011-05-02T11:03:43.726-04:00day two drabble - let's agree to be perfectthe handsome blond boy behind the counter of the cafe has a perfect smile. the perfect accompaniment to a tea latte. who smiles like that at eight in the morning? other than angels and baristas, that is. and me, right back at the handsome blond boy behind the counter of the cafe.
the pretty freckled girl scanning groceries at the market has a perfect smile. the perfect accompaniment to a stash katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-59875240997027202132011-05-02T10:44:00.001-04:002011-05-19T19:31:42.926-04:00day one drabble - in from the rainDevon’s Volvo broke down on Red Clay Road outside an old house. a light shown through the kitchen window. rain soaked through his coat and shoes in the short distance from the car to the house.
a young woman answered his knock and let him in out of the rain.
she dried his clothes, fed him mini tangerines from California, brewed him a pot of loose leaf tea, and let him fall in love with her one katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-11714791014501450112011-05-01T20:50:00.002-04:002011-05-02T11:04:14.910-04:00drabble a day in the month of mayi am going to take up the challenge here of writing a 100-word story (aka "drabble") every day this month.
this is a great way for me to revitalize my somethingkaty.blogspot again, as it has been horribly neglected (my tumblr has been getting all the fuss lately).katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-20382362911097398182011-05-01T20:24:00.001-04:002011-05-01T20:24:05.584-04:00todaypredicate to the soul
sees through your thin skin
and reflects if back through her eyeskatyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-4779876345981000652011-05-01T20:23:00.000-04:002011-05-01T20:23:19.008-04:00poetry talkerclay as red as blood
trapped beneath my finger nails
hinder our escape
leaving prints on all the buttons
jmmbb:
We were found broken in a ditch
intertwined
and as the jaws of life pried us apart
I awoke to a glint in your eyes
reflecting a smile
off a puddle of muddy water.
katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-58741125334731635832011-05-01T20:22:00.001-04:002011-05-01T20:22:33.120-04:00poetrythe wings under our nails
come out under water
releasing bubbles of air
that float to the surfacekatyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-67407286500082086512011-05-01T20:21:00.002-04:002011-05-01T20:21:59.263-04:00another poemi waited up all night
for the world you promised
filled with sweet gestures
and passions that move uskatyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-38948799050553456732011-05-01T20:21:00.000-04:002011-05-01T20:21:01.535-04:00a poemturning the lights on
turns our hearts
into different plays
reveals the colors
of our private selves
with love and punctuated worries.katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-33895443684563743322011-03-25T22:46:00.002-04:002011-03-25T22:46:43.544-04:00Darkling, I listen: 3/22 poemyou said
i wouldn’t feel
you leave
but i heard
the door slam
behind you
and i could
still feel
your thumbprint
on my cheek.
jmmbb:
There were lines in your hands
red lines from your fingers to your neck
where you said you could feel still.
If you’d let me rub the line clean
you would wince from pain
but let me
as I run my fingers across your cheek
press my thumb against your cheekbone,katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-14896367723752603532011-03-22T08:48:00.002-04:002011-03-22T08:48:56.671-04:00in it allit isn't all
about us
remember
in the shadows
of the late
night rain
a white cyotee
lurks for
his supper.katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-91494163625287365942011-03-15T22:35:00.002-04:002011-03-15T22:35:52.026-04:00double cutthe buds on my tongue
are scortched and bleeding
from the sharp words
i threw out at you
as you left without mekatyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-9658064183232138872011-03-14T21:30:00.000-04:002011-03-14T21:30:37.335-04:00JM's Tumblr Poetry Challenge Day 2jmmbb:
If I could strike down time
I would but to see
the whites of your eyes
as they were a few moments ago.
Your hand cupped around your ear
fingers in your hair.
The colors of your eyes flashing forward
unseen by me
only the white
and the small crack of a smile.
from this distance
all i can see is your arm
waving from the top of the hill
while you wait for me
i struggle, left katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-33632990759561925052011-03-14T21:29:00.000-04:002011-03-14T21:29:26.527-04:00JM's Tumblr Poetry Challengejmmbb:
To get my creative juices flowing again, I’m going to try to write a poem every day. The ones I like enough I will post here. Here is one such poem.
You awoke beside
the crushed things
their remnants intertwined
with the fibers of your blouse.
And splinters punctured your skin
drawing blood
while you cut
another slice of bread.
every day that JM posts a poem, I will katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-48274006650548925742011-02-14T21:58:00.000-05:002011-02-14T21:58:06.224-05:00happy valentine's daykatyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-53194163748078823702011-02-14T21:12:00.002-05:002011-02-14T21:12:38.115-05:00mesdames has a logo!
thank you so much Michell!katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-19688130459841157642011-02-13T23:42:00.000-05:002011-02-13T23:42:37.484-05:00simple kinda smile that couldn't melt butter
but her heart hurts when he frowns
is unsentimental, unthinking tinkerer
toys with loving her behind every cocked grin
as if he might know more than he lets
she pretends he means more by such unattached sentences
that make the world flat and her eyes glitter
or take for granted the severity of the words
love and uskatyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-20984835527233232482011-02-13T23:28:00.000-05:002011-02-13T23:28:23.230-05:00full length
father and daughter share the same name
the same home and the same hair dresser
his wife is not good with shears
and her mother faints around blood
so neither one has ever had a haircut
but wife and mother is great with a comb.katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-77168613885324824692011-02-01T16:55:00.000-05:002011-02-01T16:55:23.323-05:00Homemade Marshmallows!oh yes she did. rose flavored ones too.
i used a farm girl's recipe for homemade marshmallows (replacing the vanilla extract for 1/4 teaspoon of rose water, and added a little pink food coloring). making marshmallows is easier than it reads, actually, and that's coming from someone who is hopeless when it comes to boiling sugar.katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-54785595973360970202011-01-13T14:13:00.000-05:002011-01-13T14:13:41.127-05:00how it changesthe scent of olive oil
becomes a familiar tone
reminding you where you are
at home or on a distant continent
with friends and family
and kind strangers
as dinner companions
on thursday nights
the only nights you chose
dark chocolate bark over milkkatyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-8523104494235965372011-01-03T21:54:00.000-05:002011-01-03T21:54:01.369-05:00how it gotwe ended embalmed
in the memories of the other
i don't know how
we got so close so fast
my fingers tracing
all the freckles on your neck
your lips mouthing along
to the songs on radio one
we ended up in love
somehow
this is how it wentkatyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-60710993779676759812010-12-29T21:52:00.000-05:002010-12-29T21:52:59.100-05:00so he said to her here hereshe's a vagabon via small town, america.
a little place, a place he couldn't pin point on a map or a globe.
she wore her clothes loose across her loose stance
in long legs and arms and fingers and curled up toes in long socks.
he fancied her, heard her voice on the radio,
her words penetrating his mood.
licking his lips he learned the words.
singing along poorly in the car on the way to katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-69017849622518178852010-12-27T16:20:00.000-05:002010-12-27T16:20:00.067-05:00unique bondsalthough many others
have loved her before
a popular city
you make her yours
take part of her
and make her home
although she has lived
for the sake of so many
other men before you
you love her
and make her yours
like you would a city
take a particular path
that no one else has taken
and make it yours
bond with her in new
interesting patterns
so she will love you
your city, your woman
bondkatyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-79073790053303542382010-12-25T10:48:00.000-05:002010-12-25T10:48:03.610-05:00homemade brandy snaps
Ryan asked for brandy snaps for Christmas, and luckily there was a recipe in my 500 Cookies book! They came out pretty well I think ^_____^katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-75539605323248466812010-12-25T10:46:00.000-05:002010-12-25T10:46:07.495-05:00happy christmas from three unhappy christmas cats!my dear friend ashraf got alli, rowdy and jack little hats. they didn't like them very much, but i love them!
katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-51313276271771954832010-12-06T21:42:00.000-05:002010-12-06T21:42:47.324-05:00ryan's first novel for sale on lulu.com!!!!
review of chalk on dreadcentral.comkatyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-90678389810411676492010-11-27T23:06:00.000-05:002010-11-27T23:06:04.446-05:00the dryer sheet clingfor megan
the sofa smells like fabric softener
because you washed the cushion covers
after i got mad at you for spilling beer
watching the match with your mates
we cuddled up like children on the sofa
falling asleep watching myth busters on telly
our nostrils flaring to take in the artificial
"rainy day" smell you infused with the laundry
and i think, as we kiss, that maybe
i should forgivekatyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-40306602795940578672010-11-02T21:22:00.001-04:002010-11-02T21:22:44.904-04:00this is still a poetry blog^___^katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-13754790539758697142010-11-02T20:35:00.000-04:002010-11-02T20:35:34.377-04:00all out of 1-UPsa poem for Poptart
jack and i are cuddled up
on the redder of the two red sofas
with pillows and blankets
all piled up around us
he's purring and i'm falling
into the shadows of sleep
but before long ryan wakes us
it's time for bed
he's all out of 1-UPskatyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-47656568268714515592010-11-02T20:27:00.000-04:002010-11-02T20:27:27.854-04:00tingo neighborsTingo (Easter Island): a person who borrows things from a friend’s house one by one until there is nothing left.
he came over the first time
just to introduce himself
as the neighborhood watch dog
and regular gossip hound
we served him some tea
and he took a big piece of cake
wrapped up with some china,
and an over sized silver fork
on his second visit he asked to borrow
a copy of the katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-55694341320053856542010-11-02T19:40:00.000-04:002010-11-02T19:40:28.859-04:00translitorateA Poem for Jenni
last night he tried to slip Rohypnol
in my Baja Hurricane Blast
but the pill didn't dissolve well
in the icy blue beverage
the little white date rape attempt
labored and fizzed and exposed itself
and the man who i'd thought
about giving it up for anyway
was now wearing my clutch's
channel logo on his forehead
Inspired by the words of a digital translator:
"Still sleepy Ikatyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-91990708077136274672010-10-29T18:07:00.001-04:002010-10-29T18:10:57.139-04:00Leslie's Birthday Cake - Gluten Free Lemon and Jasmine
i just started working at a little Oils and Vinegars shop in Mashpee called Gustare and i already feel like a member of the Gustare family. the women i get to work with--Leslie and Linda so far--are adorable and friendly and, most importantly, foodies. Catherine and Dave, the co-owners of the store, are open minded and open hearted. i am having so much fun there.
one of my favorite aspects of katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-65895566514743258082010-10-17T20:51:00.000-04:002010-10-17T20:51:36.669-04:00this comes easycolor recognition reduction
to selective shades of light
and sound motivation
by your favorite artificial sweetener
seperated from the milkly
immersion of antioxidant ruffles
under the spoon and kettle
brushed with air from a friend
her breath reminds us of winter
warm days gessoed and framed.katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-90060302292213998202010-10-17T20:29:00.000-04:002010-10-17T20:29:36.050-04:00the sneeze that changed the worlda poem for Mathilda
they say the world is getting smaller.
are people getting bigger?
someday we will be so big
that a sneeze could change the world.katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-58669732612334952392010-10-17T20:26:00.000-04:002010-10-17T20:26:17.866-04:00if you can't run fast enough, they'll eat youa poem for ling
we train for two hours every day
the art of straight-back-running
because if you can't run fast enough
they will eat you.katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-59990263260640972012010-09-17T21:40:00.000-04:002010-09-17T21:40:25.789-04:00momentswe all have moments of weakness. i do my best not to share them all with the world on facebook, and my blog. sometimes, though, i get caught up. the constant updating of status updates and tweets compounded by a desire to reach out to others for comfort makes it so hard to resist pouring our hearts out onto the computer screen for everyone to see. in another time, we would have reached out tokatyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-34585800988121415982010-09-16T14:05:00.000-04:002010-09-16T14:05:15.489-04:00there. will. be. tacos.a poem for beth
you said there would be tacos
and i believed you, but you're a liar.
a big, fat liar!
i thought we'd indulge
in the crunching of shells,
oh, but no!
and what do i come to find
in the place where my tacos should be?
go on, have a guess...
not tacos, no, but a big greasy burger
and a plate full of sweet potato fries!?
aghast, am i!
you didn't even have the decency
to katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-58138774027689808732010-09-05T16:39:00.002-04:002010-09-05T16:39:54.414-04:00prompt, thisa poem for drook
i would send you roses
if i knew your addresskatyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-30156458618525505402010-09-05T16:37:00.000-04:002010-09-05T16:37:39.901-04:00twice more I weptfor Joshua
i cried for you
your shipwrecked fleet
and the sand
that burns the bottoms
of your naked feet
and again for you
your torn main mast
the beating heart
of a glory gone
and pastkatyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-14443262455810514082010-09-03T13:52:00.000-04:002010-09-03T13:52:32.919-04:00the keys fell out on a monday afternoonfor tortilla
the keys fell out
on a monday afternoon
from a pocket of a small
japanese girl's skirt pocket.
now i know what you're thinking,
first of all, a skirt with pockets?
they do make those, i wouldn't lie
about something so practical.
and second of all, isn't
"small japanese" a little redundant?
well, yes, it is slightly,
but these are just details.
you need to start paying katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-52985418397881280252010-08-28T20:38:00.000-04:002010-08-28T20:38:56.428-04:00our princess is in another castlefor matt
the princess you are looking for
is in another castle, sir.
oh, don't believe me do you?
just think about it for a minute...
would we keep a princess
in a big dump like this?
the walls are crawling
with owl-faced limpets
and the rooms are as cold
and smelly as a yeit's armpit.
do you really think a princess
would live in a place like this?katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-43208785104393336002010-08-27T23:55:00.003-04:002010-10-30T19:15:11.154-04:00chocolate chocolate macaronskatyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-71258131888771107262010-08-27T12:04:00.001-04:002010-08-27T12:04:38.360-04:00rowdykatyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-48910062492615130722010-08-27T11:34:00.000-04:002010-08-27T11:34:07.091-04:00seashells on a mountaina poem for adelaide
we were bigger then
staring down at the world
served millionairs' bars
and hot milky tea for breakfast
by long legged brunets
in ruffled uniforms and heels
speculating the odds
of one terrorist related to another
holding back laughter
at unhappy weddings
and spitting out seeds
at the local merchants' stands
all the while taking for granted
our uniquely granted positionskatyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-63039899838785624342010-08-27T09:59:00.000-04:002010-08-27T09:59:21.249-04:00the ending of the pagea poem for brian
everyone knows that the page is flat
and if you go too far, you'll fall right off
but they've invented endless scrolling now
so photo bloggers can let go and go and go
those reckless bitcheskatyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-62143426148225352282010-08-26T22:01:00.002-04:002010-08-26T22:03:43.169-04:00i did steal this line from a book sofor michelle
Part 1: Corpse Lasagna
the recipe calls
for unicorn hooves
and octopus suckers
baked at 350 for half an hour
Part 2: Miraculous Infinite Accidents
i burned my wrists
on the oven door
which is why i dropped the whole tray
of mythical creature corpse lasagna
so we're having bread
and salad for dinner
Part 3: How Do You Explain the Dead Unicorns
i didn't know what else
to katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-72467290604690937222010-08-26T21:38:00.000-04:002010-08-26T21:38:26.217-04:00i like cheesefor johnny
Barry the beast of Brighton beach
met a sweet babe named Cheeky Cheddar
and they started dating and making plans
but it all went sour when Cheddar discovered
that Barry the beast of Brighton beach
was wanton with a Wenslydale behind her wedge
then things got much worse when she then found out
that Barry was going steady with a Stilton every Sunday
and for an excuse all Barry couldkatyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-43120974473188460462010-08-26T21:13:00.001-04:002010-08-26T21:41:23.602-04:00aardvark sleeves and the virulent beesfor scott
in the land of tragic coagulations
where reboots pumble the innocent
there lived a wise old sleeve
wide at the wrist and elegant
it was carved out of the finest hairs
off of an aardvark's soft underbelly
and gently it spoke of horrible futures
for the flying ants of casablanca minor
but another prophecy worries us today
that of the mystical bees of yore
the legendary sleeve once katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-26895306429804446612010-08-26T20:53:00.000-04:002010-08-26T20:53:13.902-04:00desire for changea poem for angela
the alarm sounds at 5:45am
she needs to leave the house by 6:45
to beat the heavy morning traffic
it takes 23 seconds to pull a sweater
over her head and push her arms through
and 16 seconds to take it off
there are not enough sweaters
in her walk in closet
to make her late for work
but once she finds the right sweater
she has to match the rest of the outfit
and that could katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-82429867079886558352010-08-25T21:01:00.000-04:002010-08-25T21:01:26.252-04:00beguiling sea beast with spoon of lipids lost in tanzaniaa poem for Dan
they're called beguiling sea beasts
because there are no seas in tanzania
but we have no idea where they got the spoons
or what poor animal the spoonfuls of fat are fromkatyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-90539884702029134302010-08-25T20:46:00.000-04:002010-08-25T20:46:18.910-04:00lenses without capsa poem for jason
so what you're saying, said the man in the overalls,
is that no matter what size cap i buy, it can be fitted to my dome?
the man behind the counter concurred
that every hat could be adjusted to fit perfectly on any person's head.
so what you mean is that if i wanted to buy, he said, say
this cowboy hat with the blue stitches that you could fit it to my head?
the man behind katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-81290282367257024102010-08-25T15:37:00.000-04:002010-08-25T15:37:33.805-04:00cheers to 6 great years
Snoqualmie Falls, WAwhere Ryan and I went on our honeymoon in 2004♥katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354210.post-7670319272581318542010-08-25T15:25:00.000-04:002010-08-25T15:25:18.470-04:00melody over madnessa poem for tara
we're a new breed of weed croppers
cutting our edges on dull days
and filing away cherry pits
by weight rather than color
drooling in our sleep
we're like cats with bad teeth
and miracle grow only seeds
our ambition to dance
singing melodies of chaos
over the fire in our lungs
a field filled with wonder
or the madness of summerkatyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com0