for my wife
little and parasol adorned
the mop swept checkered floor reflecting
feelings and fat cells
tingle to the pink on a burnt belly
and the melting, rising to the temperature
of early summer in a little shop
on a small sunday afternoon with company
of four around a french table
with wire-knit chairs
the spray painted white sticking
to bear legs sticking out of skirts
and tongues minted in sweet, patient molecules of cake
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Monday, May 26, 2008
Ryan's Lemon Dogs
Back Story:
you know how carnivals and fairs have lots of junk food stands? and they usually have really big banners listing all the things they sell? for example, ryan, ashraf and i were at a book fair in Philly a couple weekends ago and there was a food stand with two signs, one on top of the other, which read "Lemonade" and "Hotdogs".
now, imagine you're ryan and your brain makes games of taking things too literally. "Mmmn, lemonade hotdogs!" then ryan continued by musing out loud about how a lemonade hotdog would actually taste.
and so, as we walked to fogo de chao to meet don and elanine, ryan and i worked out the ingredients for lemonade hotdogs, or what i now call Ryan's Lemon Dogs.
Recipe:
you will need the following items to make your own Lemon Dogs...
-hotdogs (all beef franks by boars head are the bestest)
-lemonade (something simple, made with real sugar and as few additives as possible)
-soft hotdog rolls (or hoggie rolls of bread, or whatever you like to put your dogs in)
-a sweet vidalia onion
-swiss cheese (ryan and i go for the real stuff, know in most grocery stores as Emmental (imported from Switzerland))
use a fork to poke lots of little holes in your hotdogs then marinate in the lemonade for at least half an hour. the more holes, the better.
after marinating, cook the hotdogs as desired (we broiled ours in the toaster oven, but outdoor grills are the best, i think)
while the hotdogs are cooking, brown the chopped onion in a skillet (we used cast iron, tastes nicest). once onions are cooked, add slices of Swiss cheese to skillet. cook until cheese melts and you are left with a yummy gooey cheese sauce.
place sauce-e-goodness on roll and place the cooked hotdog ontop.
enjoy!
Taste?
surprisingly delicious. i had trouble tasting the lemonade flavor at first because i was also drinking lemonade with my hotdog. there were definitely moments, though, when my hotdog suddenly tasted extra sweet and tangy. we're thinking, next time, more pokes with the fork and longer marinade time. ^_^
you know how carnivals and fairs have lots of junk food stands? and they usually have really big banners listing all the things they sell? for example, ryan, ashraf and i were at a book fair in Philly a couple weekends ago and there was a food stand with two signs, one on top of the other, which read "Lemonade" and "Hotdogs".
now, imagine you're ryan and your brain makes games of taking things too literally. "Mmmn, lemonade hotdogs!" then ryan continued by musing out loud about how a lemonade hotdog would actually taste.
and so, as we walked to fogo de chao to meet don and elanine, ryan and i worked out the ingredients for lemonade hotdogs, or what i now call Ryan's Lemon Dogs.
Recipe:
you will need the following items to make your own Lemon Dogs...
-hotdogs (all beef franks by boars head are the bestest)
-lemonade (something simple, made with real sugar and as few additives as possible)
-soft hotdog rolls (or hoggie rolls of bread, or whatever you like to put your dogs in)
-a sweet vidalia onion
-swiss cheese (ryan and i go for the real stuff, know in most grocery stores as Emmental (imported from Switzerland))
use a fork to poke lots of little holes in your hotdogs then marinate in the lemonade for at least half an hour. the more holes, the better.
after marinating, cook the hotdogs as desired (we broiled ours in the toaster oven, but outdoor grills are the best, i think)
while the hotdogs are cooking, brown the chopped onion in a skillet (we used cast iron, tastes nicest). once onions are cooked, add slices of Swiss cheese to skillet. cook until cheese melts and you are left with a yummy gooey cheese sauce.
place sauce-e-goodness on roll and place the cooked hotdog ontop.
enjoy!
Taste?
surprisingly delicious. i had trouble tasting the lemonade flavor at first because i was also drinking lemonade with my hotdog. there were definitely moments, though, when my hotdog suddenly tasted extra sweet and tangy. we're thinking, next time, more pokes with the fork and longer marinade time. ^_^
Thursday, May 22, 2008
wii fit
so, got wii fit, to get fit. started yesterday afternoon, continued this morning. so far the following parts of my body ache like never before: everything between my upper arms (shoulders included) down to my knees. did you know there are muscles in the side of your stomach? *itaaaaaiiii!!!*
wii fit is wii fun and i am actually looking forward to playing agian tomorrow! more updates to come.
Monday, May 12, 2008
Friday, May 09, 2008
promise #18
a bike ride on the sea, through the streets of
your Beirut
the humid spring air is scented with orange blossoms
it reminds me of the perfume you wear
and the box of precious teas you sent
on valentine's day
if only the mud on the tires didn't cake
and force us to stop
to rebuild
(thinking of the family)
your Beirut
the humid spring air is scented with orange blossoms
it reminds me of the perfume you wear
and the box of precious teas you sent
on valentine's day
if only the mud on the tires didn't cake
and force us to stop
to rebuild
(thinking of the family)
Sunday, May 04, 2008
two
inanimate eyes locked
in the purge of lust
two poets, behind masks
return to form together
they are bound
in the purge of lust
two poets, behind masks
return to form together
they are bound
the waltz
the waltz was invented yesterday
by two Japanese mechanics in a speaker box
with lock clock punch cards
and times in all three strands
of season and affair
the women they loved wore fans and feathers
like birds fit for stage and tragedy
we love the men that make us and break them
over our knees like children
with the will of our eyelashes
Saturday, May 03, 2008
panda tales
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the panda bear sings
sink tactic bamboo
thatched on the backs
of rice patty clouds
scolded in the shape
of Buddha and pests alike
no beads to speak of
and no bread to chew on
but leaves and leftovers
for dinner with the president
of Alpha Centauri or Russia
where the elephants are mighty
in art and masters of ceremony
the panda bear dances
tree story
a sun beats down
on the sorry brow
of a young boy
trapped inside
the body of a tree
five hundred years old
and twisted
with toes and thorns
and knots that beget
all real pain and grief
his heart beats
pumping veins of water
to ill branches
and dying leaves
but in his purgatory
he sees the world
as a king upon a kingdom
in all of its brilliance
and all of its turmoil
and beauty
and wonder.
Thursday, May 01, 2008
promise #17
today, the first of may,
i work on self identity and imagination
for the balance of realism in music
and the poetry of scrap metal robots
working to dispense the electricity and character
a replica of love--their hearts made
out of recycled foam cups, shaped
in the shadow of young men with long hair
and plastic guitars strapped over their shoulders
super stars in their living rooms
while i think about planting more bulbs
in the front garden come september
i work on self identity and imagination
for the balance of realism in music
and the poetry of scrap metal robots
working to dispense the electricity and character
a replica of love--their hearts made
out of recycled foam cups, shaped
in the shadow of young men with long hair
and plastic guitars strapped over their shoulders
super stars in their living rooms
while i think about planting more bulbs
in the front garden come september
Friday, April 25, 2008
exchange
the toothpicks are all wearing party hats
your cheeks are pink with drunkenness
the dim light suits you, when you smile
against the music in my direction
hair in your eyes and sand in your shoes
separating into the carpet fibers
from that kiss on the dune
with that other girl--blond, tall and beautiful--
that i watched from someone else's car
his hand on my the jeans hugging my thighs
summer is almost here for exchange
of goods and our partners' tent beds
your cheeks are pink with drunkenness
the dim light suits you, when you smile
against the music in my direction
hair in your eyes and sand in your shoes
separating into the carpet fibers
from that kiss on the dune
with that other girl--blond, tall and beautiful--
that i watched from someone else's car
his hand on my the jeans hugging my thighs
summer is almost here for exchange
of goods and our partners' tent beds
creepy looking dude with awesome voice seeks listening audience
first, a little something live:
this is my fav song of theirs, possibly because it was the first one i heard.
there's a bit of a lynchian feel to some of these videos. i'd love to see what david could do for a nick cave and the bad seeds song if he directed a video for them.
this is my fav song of theirs, possibly because it was the first one i heard.
there's a bit of a lynchian feel to some of these videos. i'd love to see what david could do for a nick cave and the bad seeds song if he directed a video for them.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
the poetry reading at gallery x
at the poetry reading at gallery x
in downtown new bedford
to hear neeli cherkovski talk
about his friend, charles bukowski,
i stared at jose's hair the whole time
i didn't know his name was jose
until john landry asked him to get up and read
and he read a poem from temper
with a thick accent, in a white t-shirt
that read P.E.Z. on the front
his hair looks best from the back
but it didn't look that bad from the front either
black, straight locks the flaired out
at the ends between deltoids
or whatever you call the muscles that rest on shoulder blades
in downtown new bedford
to hear neeli cherkovski talk
about his friend, charles bukowski,
i stared at jose's hair the whole time
i didn't know his name was jose
until john landry asked him to get up and read
and he read a poem from temper
with a thick accent, in a white t-shirt
that read P.E.Z. on the front
his hair looks best from the back
but it didn't look that bad from the front either
black, straight locks the flaired out
at the ends between deltoids
or whatever you call the muscles that rest on shoulder blades
Monday, April 21, 2008
promise #16
to smile whenever you bring my cut flowers
filling the empty space on the island
in the kitchen
with joy and forgivness
and other warm feelings that come with this
kind of love we share
filling the empty space on the island
in the kitchen
with joy and forgivness
and other warm feelings that come with this
kind of love we share
Friday, April 18, 2008
promise #15
not to drown you out
when my the beat between my thoughts
crescendos
into the back of the room
where Dead Bird's ghost dances
and sings
into the night, dark and unwelcome
not to drown in your voice
like the dependant child i crave to become
wrapped in strong arms and warm
with memories of love
when my the beat between my thoughts
crescendos
into the back of the room
where Dead Bird's ghost dances
and sings
into the night, dark and unwelcome
not to drown in your voice
like the dependant child i crave to become
wrapped in strong arms and warm
with memories of love
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
promise #14
to stop putting sugar in my black pearl tea
humming the infusion of silk
and hot water in boiled ceramic
the therapy we speak of, with chocolate and dill,
sweet mysteries, our bellies
that sing us to sleep and dream
of far away sea shores and bicycle spokes.
humming the infusion of silk
and hot water in boiled ceramic
the therapy we speak of, with chocolate and dill,
sweet mysteries, our bellies
that sing us to sleep and dream
of far away sea shores and bicycle spokes.
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
promise #13
my addiction to
your chaos
if i could not see, nor dream
the fourth dimension folding upon itself
like our blanket in the moments after
we make sense of it together
the math of infinity and the
weight of anti-matter
you wait and i trouble through
in the dark, towards you, at the speed
of your sound
flickering off the unpainted walls
i promise, i love you
your chaos
if i could not see, nor dream
the fourth dimension folding upon itself
like our blanket in the moments after
we make sense of it together
the math of infinity and the
weight of anti-matter
you wait and i trouble through
in the dark, towards you, at the speed
of your sound
flickering off the unpainted walls
i promise, i love you
Sunday, April 06, 2008
Dear BBC
First, make Plush Figures of these little fatties:
Then, send 12 of them to my house.
Please and Thank you,
Katy
Then, send 12 of them to my house.
Please and Thank you,
Katy
Saturday, April 05, 2008
Friday, April 04, 2008
a list of things you're allowed to put in meatloaf according to John Landry
for john landry, poet laureate of new bedford
bread crumbs
plain oatmeal
chicken noodle soup
marinara sauce
bread crumbs
plain oatmeal
chicken noodle soup
marinara sauce
Thursday, April 03, 2008
promise #9
your messages on the bathroom stall door
saved a life
destroyed a relationship
and helped someone on a biology exam
-thank you.
saved a life
destroyed a relationship
and helped someone on a biology exam
-thank you.
promise #8
the market share
for your simple idea
will increase with testing
performed by Germans in laser-protective goggles
on the shores of two landlocked countries
for your simple idea
will increase with testing
performed by Germans in laser-protective goggles
on the shores of two landlocked countries
Monday, March 31, 2008
promise #6
the affection of a feline
is manifest on the pillow
when he wants to be fed his morning milk
is manifest on the pillow
when he wants to be fed his morning milk
promise #5
that every time you apologize
you mean it
that every time you hold me
you want to
that every time i need you
you'll be there
i know you will.
you mean it
that every time you hold me
you want to
that every time i need you
you'll be there
i know you will.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
promise #4
in the middle of the day
as you drift
in and out of every corner of your small office
with too much space
for other people
he will come
all smiles and with
a gift in a paper bag
where a paper napkin absorbs the grease
from a sweet cake he bought you
at a deli with a name
you can't pronounce
as you drift
in and out of every corner of your small office
with too much space
for other people
he will come
all smiles and with
a gift in a paper bag
where a paper napkin absorbs the grease
from a sweet cake he bought you
at a deli with a name
you can't pronounce
Friday, March 28, 2008
promise #3
someday, on a fishing trip
you will catch a fish so large
that when you tell people how big it was
without lying
they still won't believe you
because no one tells the truth
about fish
except you
you will catch a fish so large
that when you tell people how big it was
without lying
they still won't believe you
because no one tells the truth
about fish
except you
Thursday, March 27, 2008
promise #1
someday, how
allen ginsberg will turn around
and spit in the other direction
save the muffin bottom for you, when
at the invitation
to the birthday party for someone you don't know
don't forget to bring a card.
allen ginsberg will turn around
and spit in the other direction
save the muffin bottom for you, when
at the invitation
to the birthday party for someone you don't know
don't forget to bring a card.
"candy is not supposed to make you sadder"
nataliedee.com
i totally agree. and someday i will write a poem about how sad bad candy can make a person.
Monday, March 24, 2008
naps are awesome
especially when you're supposed to be doing something else. something useful. like cleaning the laundry.
^_^
Friday, March 21, 2008
my first dread central review
i helped bring poetry to the horror community by reviewing Let's Just Agree to be Gay".
i'm surprisingly proud of the fact that my name graces a dread central page beyond a photo caption.
though, be warned, this isn't for the faint of gut.
i'm surprisingly proud of the fact that my name graces a dread central page beyond a photo caption.
though, be warned, this isn't for the faint of gut.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
a more perfect union
this is a long video, a long speech. but one worth sitting down for all 39 minutes of and listening to with as much attention as you can devote.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Asking for your Support
Dear Family and Friends,
I've decided to take action against cancer by participating
in my local American Cancer Society Relay For Life® event.
Relay For Life® is about celebration, remembrance, and hope. By
participating, I am honoring cancer survivors, paying tribute to the
lives we've lost to the disease, and raising money to help fight it.
Please help support me in this important cause by making a donation.
It is faster and easier than ever to support me by making a secure,
tax-deductible donation online using the link below. If you would
prefer, you can send your contribution to the mailing address listed
below.
Whatever you can give will help - it all adds up! I greatly appreciate
your support and will keep you posted on my progress.
Sincerely,
Katherine
Acheson
To make a donation online, visit my personal page
http://main.acsevents.org/site/TR/RelayForLife/RelayForLifeNewEnglandDivision?px=5274004&pg=personal&fr_id=7227
.
Double Your Money
Many employers offer matching funds programs. For example, if you gave
a $50 donation it could turn into $100. Please inquire with your
personnel/HR department to complete the paperwork required to get your
gift matched. Visit our Matching Gifts page.
http://www.matchinggifts.com/acs/
American Cancer Society Cancer Action Network
You have the opportunity to fight back against cancer year round by
joining the American Cancer Society Cancer Action Network. For a
donation of $10, you will become a part of a growing organization
dedicated to eliminating cancer as a major public health problem.
Through issue campaigns and voter education, ACS CAN works to
encourage lawmakers and candidates to support laws and policies that
will help people fight cancer. You CAN take action. We CAN save lives.
Join CAN today, at acscan.org.
https://secure3.convio.net/acscan/site/Donation2?idb=744320452&df_id=1220&1220.donation=form1
Mosaic Of Hope
You can also memorialize your loved one by creating a Mosaic Of
Hope. Visit the American Cancer Society Mosaic Of Hope web site to
build your own memorial site dedicated to your loved one.
http://www.cancer.org/docroot/DON/DON_2_Mosaic_of_Memories.asp?from=RFLFooter
I've decided to take action against cancer by participating
in my local American Cancer Society Relay For Life® event.
Relay For Life® is about celebration, remembrance, and hope. By
participating, I am honoring cancer survivors, paying tribute to the
lives we've lost to the disease, and raising money to help fight it.
Please help support me in this important cause by making a donation.
It is faster and easier than ever to support me by making a secure,
tax-deductible donation online using the link below. If you would
prefer, you can send your contribution to the mailing address listed
below.
Whatever you can give will help - it all adds up! I greatly appreciate
your support and will keep you posted on my progress.
Sincerely,
Katherine
Acheson
To make a donation online, visit my personal page
http://main.acsevents.org/site/TR/RelayForLife/RelayForLifeNewEnglandDivision?px=5274004&pg=personal&fr_id=7227
.
Double Your Money
Many employers offer matching funds programs. For example, if you gave
a $50 donation it could turn into $100. Please inquire with your
personnel/HR department to complete the paperwork required to get your
gift matched. Visit our Matching Gifts page.
http://www.matchinggifts.com/acs/
American Cancer Society Cancer Action Network
You have the opportunity to fight back against cancer year round by
joining the American Cancer Society Cancer Action Network. For a
donation of $10, you will become a part of a growing organization
dedicated to eliminating cancer as a major public health problem.
Through issue campaigns and voter education, ACS CAN works to
encourage lawmakers and candidates to support laws and policies that
will help people fight cancer. You CAN take action. We CAN save lives.
Join CAN today, at acscan.org.
https://secure3.convio.net/acscan/site/Donation2?idb=744320452&df_id=1220&1220.donation=form1
Mosaic Of Hope
You can also memorialize your loved one by creating a Mosaic Of
Hope. Visit the American Cancer Society Mosaic Of Hope web site to
build your own memorial site dedicated to your loved one.
http://www.cancer.org/docroot/DON/DON_2_Mosaic_of_Memories.asp?from=RFLFooter
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
Monday, February 25, 2008
"Vien pres du feu pour te rechauffer."*
the elder spoke, slow and wise
addressed the braise of general Sherman
green top to bottom with flickers and hopes
to the heart, blue with heat
*“Come by the fire to get warmer.”
addressed the braise of general Sherman
green top to bottom with flickers and hopes
to the heart, blue with heat
*“Come by the fire to get warmer.”
"Son café, c'est du jus de chaussette."*
ex-expert wife of tv chef celebrity
her breasts punctual, to a
the might of cameramen at her beck and
her whim is fright for his white collar
and trim
the son and daughter of two, nostalgic
menopausal masterpiece for three
turn and cook on both sides
*"Her coffee tastes like sock juice."
her breasts punctual, to a
the might of cameramen at her beck and
her whim is fright for his white collar
and trim
the son and daughter of two, nostalgic
menopausal masterpiece for three
turn and cook on both sides
*"Her coffee tastes like sock juice."
"La peur ne se commande pas."*
recycled, tufts of fiber optic cables
plucked. like unwanted hairs between brows
polished silver to the beat of
linen soaked sun stroke
with tarnish remover
enhancing lens' vision of hope
pronounced at the cover, paternal rebound
she brings future to your front door
hing, between refills and quality control
check points
*"You can't control fear."
plucked. like unwanted hairs between brows
polished silver to the beat of
linen soaked sun stroke
with tarnish remover
enhancing lens' vision of hope
pronounced at the cover, paternal rebound
she brings future to your front door
hing, between refills and quality control
check points
*"You can't control fear."
Friday, February 22, 2008
meop
there are some things
you simply cannot do
as well as i do
and there are others
you can do so much better
you simply cannot do
as well as i do
and there are others
you can do so much better
Thursday, February 21, 2008
lap cat in a basket
i know, i post a lot of pictures of my cats on my blog. more cats than poetry. but at least this one has ryan in it too ^_^
will try to write you all a poem tomorrow.
love, katy
will try to write you all a poem tomorrow.
love, katy
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
delivery
the mud is thicker in winter here
a triumph over water in every form
bricks hold houses together, against snow
and against mailmen with allergies
and letters that don't fit nicely
inside the box on the side of the street
a triumph over water in every form
bricks hold houses together, against snow
and against mailmen with allergies
and letters that don't fit nicely
inside the box on the side of the street
Saturday, February 16, 2008
hey jess
thanks for the poetry swap! got mine in the mail today.
if you want to know what i'm thanking jess for, check out: fewer& further am reading The Breaks by Rizzo and Asterisk.
moar humorous pics
if you want to know what i'm thanking jess for, check out: fewer& further am reading The Breaks by Rizzo and Asterisk.
moar humorous pics
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Monday, February 11, 2008
isle eight
super market romantic
she's there to buy something
an imported good for her imported well being
he's there to look, to think
a browser with an interest in brilliant colors
they stumble upon each other
upon entry and a smile between canned goods
she selects lucozade and udon
she selects cash out teller number ten
he follows, watches, stands too close
to purchase a pike of apples and carton of cream
the teller doesn't know
she's agreed to follow him home
after an uninterrupted suit meets sweater
in the center of isle eight
a hello, hello, and happy valentine's day
a yes and a kiss
as the old woman strode by
she didn't lift her head
and two strangers made arrangements
for other isles on other days
she's there to buy something
an imported good for her imported well being
he's there to look, to think
a browser with an interest in brilliant colors
they stumble upon each other
upon entry and a smile between canned goods
she selects lucozade and udon
she selects cash out teller number ten
he follows, watches, stands too close
to purchase a pike of apples and carton of cream
the teller doesn't know
she's agreed to follow him home
after an uninterrupted suit meets sweater
in the center of isle eight
a hello, hello, and happy valentine's day
a yes and a kiss
as the old woman strode by
she didn't lift her head
and two strangers made arrangements
for other isles on other days
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Monday, February 04, 2008
Monday, January 28, 2008
winter sale
i watched the neighbor's dog
run up and down the street
twelve times, then gave up and lost count
everyone is out, shovelling
everyone stopped to watch
a fire engine roll past
not sure what for, it stopped
at the center of the culd-a-sac
then everyone went back to shovelling
run up and down the street
twelve times, then gave up and lost count
everyone is out, shovelling
everyone stopped to watch
a fire engine roll past
not sure what for, it stopped
at the center of the culd-a-sac
then everyone went back to shovelling
Friday, January 25, 2008
before you go
before you go, he said,
could i... tall and quiet
he stood, breathing
but not speaking
a small crowd formed around us
the three people waiting
in the car parked at the curb
and the family at the door
between them he and i
he glanced at both parties
shook his head, never mind, he said.
could i... tall and quiet
he stood, breathing
but not speaking
a small crowd formed around us
the three people waiting
in the car parked at the curb
and the family at the door
between them he and i
he glanced at both parties
shook his head, never mind, he said.
Monday, January 21, 2008
Monday, January 14, 2008
last round out
a web of metal parts
holding hands and hearts together
fused by the heat
of an innocent habanero
the french quarters
each prick into the corner
a choice between roads
wet and shallow
like graves of sand
at the bottom of a satchel
my boon is forthcoming
in yours and his last fought
winner takes to fall apart
and my bank account to fill
silver will do.
holding hands and hearts together
fused by the heat
of an innocent habanero
the french quarters
each prick into the corner
a choice between roads
wet and shallow
like graves of sand
at the bottom of a satchel
my boon is forthcoming
in yours and his last fought
winner takes to fall apart
and my bank account to fill
silver will do.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
at one thirty in the afternoon
the doors sigh with age
every time someone,
who isn't you,
walks through them.
they, with
no regard for me, sat
waiting for someone.
and no attention paid
to the ache in the hinges.
the doors and i, bored
and lonely. we sit waiting.
my neck craning to see.
you were meant to be here
at eleven fifteen.
so, what are we still waiting for?
every time someone,
who isn't you,
walks through them.
they, with
no regard for me, sat
waiting for someone.
and no attention paid
to the ache in the hinges.
the doors and i, bored
and lonely. we sit waiting.
my neck craning to see.
you were meant to be here
at eleven fifteen.
so, what are we still waiting for?
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
brink
half a light flickers
the words "hot" and "cold"
but you can't read what's in between.
the shaking hand on your shoulder
leads you astray, towards the corner
and begs you to decide a new route.
paused there, the light turns yellow
then red in the opposite direction.
you wait, but the light facing you
never turns the perfect shade of green.
the words "hot" and "cold"
but you can't read what's in between.
the shaking hand on your shoulder
leads you astray, towards the corner
and begs you to decide a new route.
paused there, the light turns yellow
then red in the opposite direction.
you wait, but the light facing you
never turns the perfect shade of green.
Saturday, January 05, 2008
origami shipwreck, FOR SALE NOW
yes ladies and gents, you heard right! the collaborative work of myself, katy acheson, and the one-of-a-kind c.s. perez!!
crimbo in england - 2007 edition
so as you've read, we got stuck in canada... you can tell that it's canada from all the snow.
ryan is cute. he drinks hot cocoa in canada.
i have two new friends, i got them just before we left on our trip. they are puppies. i call them left and right. they scare kittens.
after canada we finally made it to england. first stop: manchester.
first stop in manchester: pizza co. with stephen rice, wife rianne and ryan's old mate matt.
we met some cats while in england. first, there was boris. we got him a toy for a present. you can't go to someone's house for the first time at christmas without a gift...
then there was bluebell. we've met before. several times. she's grown into a proper cat-looking cat since i last saw her.
the day after christmas everyone got together and had a lovely dinner. here are a few action shots (yeah, i just went around taking pictures willy nilly like).
happy crimbo all!
ryan is cute. he drinks hot cocoa in canada.
i have two new friends, i got them just before we left on our trip. they are puppies. i call them left and right. they scare kittens.after canada we finally made it to england. first stop: manchester.
first stop in manchester: pizza co. with stephen rice, wife rianne and ryan's old mate matt.
we met some cats while in england. first, there was boris. we got him a toy for a present. you can't go to someone's house for the first time at christmas without a gift...
then there was bluebell. we've met before. several times. she's grown into a proper cat-looking cat since i last saw her.
the day after christmas everyone got together and had a lovely dinner. here are a few action shots (yeah, i just went around taking pictures willy nilly like).
happy crimbo all!
on alli - adjusting
i realized over the holiday that i haven't given any updates on alli's adjustment into the multi-cat household.
everything is going well, great actually.
she and rowdy play fight and all three of them are purring on a regular basis. i've started calling her jelly bean, or alli bean. she's cuddly and lovely and wonderful and we all love her to bits.
here are some happy pictures =^_^=
everything is going well, great actually.
she and rowdy play fight and all three of them are purring on a regular basis. i've started calling her jelly bean, or alli bean. she's cuddly and lovely and wonderful and we all love her to bits.
here are some happy pictures =^_^=
post 2007
the past year was...
we lost max. but we gained jack, rowdy and alli.
we lost ra. rest in piece big buy.
i discovered the best meat in the world. it can be found at fogo de chao - brazilian grill - and it is called ancho.
i mastered the art of several forms of pancake.
i worked three jobs over the summer.
i finally met kate - ryan's lost twin.
we went to texas for the first time. no guns inside the building please.
i got put into print - in our own words and origami shipwreck (neopepper press).
got ryan a bmx for his birthday, ryan got me a zune for my birthday.
had a holiday in england - always a good thing.
sister had a mis, gained a fiance.
computer died. car didn't. fair trade off.
we went to our first live hockey game. damn those canadiaNs and their enthusiasm.
and i had my first, rather successful big birthday bash.
every year has its ups and downs. 2007 started off on the wrong foot (february saw us at a very low point, especially with everything max was going through), but set itself right before long.
cheers to 2007 and two cheers for 2008 - so far so good ^_^
we lost max. but we gained jack, rowdy and alli.
we lost ra. rest in piece big buy.
i discovered the best meat in the world. it can be found at fogo de chao - brazilian grill - and it is called ancho.
i mastered the art of several forms of pancake.
i worked three jobs over the summer.
i finally met kate - ryan's lost twin.
we went to texas for the first time. no guns inside the building please.
i got put into print - in our own words and origami shipwreck (neopepper press).
got ryan a bmx for his birthday, ryan got me a zune for my birthday.
had a holiday in england - always a good thing.
sister had a mis, gained a fiance.
computer died. car didn't. fair trade off.
we went to our first live hockey game. damn those canadiaNs and their enthusiasm.
and i had my first, rather successful big birthday bash.
every year has its ups and downs. 2007 started off on the wrong foot (february saw us at a very low point, especially with everything max was going through), but set itself right before long.
cheers to 2007 and two cheers for 2008 - so far so good ^_^
Friday, December 21, 2007
ahoy canadia
hello blog, how are you?
i'm stuck in canada. yep.
it snowed in boston last night, so our little 13-row plane was three hours delayed. we missed our connecting flight from halifax to heathrow. so we're at this nice hotel with all the other people that got stuck here with us.
i was sort of grumpy last night about it. but we've had a nice sleep and a nice breakfast (i had these pancakes that tasted like they were made with actual cake batter--pretty good i'd say) with real canadia maple syrup. yums.
so we are on our way to england to spend the holiday with ryan's family. it's just taking us a little longer. we're going to skip out on the man u match we were meant to go to in order to spend more quality time with the people we don't get to see very often. i was excited about the match, but it will be more rewarding and more relaxing to just hang out with friends and family.
i think next time we fly to england we'll go in the summer for two or three weeks instead of just a short one-week trip during the busy christmas traveling season and snow storm season.
well, someone else wants to use the hotel computer, and ryan and i are probably going to go to the aviation museum to see the airplanes or something canadian... other than hanging out at the airport for 10 hours.
^_^
happy crimbo all. will update and maybe include pictures when we get back. if you read this kittens, i love you all.
i'm stuck in canada. yep.
it snowed in boston last night, so our little 13-row plane was three hours delayed. we missed our connecting flight from halifax to heathrow. so we're at this nice hotel with all the other people that got stuck here with us.
i was sort of grumpy last night about it. but we've had a nice sleep and a nice breakfast (i had these pancakes that tasted like they were made with actual cake batter--pretty good i'd say) with real canadia maple syrup. yums.
so we are on our way to england to spend the holiday with ryan's family. it's just taking us a little longer. we're going to skip out on the man u match we were meant to go to in order to spend more quality time with the people we don't get to see very often. i was excited about the match, but it will be more rewarding and more relaxing to just hang out with friends and family.
i think next time we fly to england we'll go in the summer for two or three weeks instead of just a short one-week trip during the busy christmas traveling season and snow storm season.
well, someone else wants to use the hotel computer, and ryan and i are probably going to go to the aviation museum to see the airplanes or something canadian... other than hanging out at the airport for 10 hours.
^_^
happy crimbo all. will update and maybe include pictures when we get back. if you read this kittens, i love you all.
Friday, December 14, 2007
trouble him
i troubled myself
for the tremble and amble motive
the soft pink around his eyes
from less sleep from more talk
the lilt of his voice, a laugh that carries
and a tongue tying itself around chaos and argumentation
with the easy of a lover
to the insecurities hidden in books
and smiles and chitter chatter
a polite man, a gentle warmth
a passionate fighter with grace and conscious
my white knight in fleece armour
bucking the future he had in the past
and a credible sense of sorrow
my urge, met by the pillow side manner
of a want and a cuddle
for the tremble and amble motive
the soft pink around his eyes
from less sleep from more talk
the lilt of his voice, a laugh that carries
and a tongue tying itself around chaos and argumentation
with the easy of a lover
to the insecurities hidden in books
and smiles and chitter chatter
a polite man, a gentle warmth
a passionate fighter with grace and conscious
my white knight in fleece armour
bucking the future he had in the past
and a credible sense of sorrow
my urge, met by the pillow side manner
of a want and a cuddle
Monday, December 03, 2007
the privacy of wells
the recognition is exposition, eruption.
the temptation is too great to ignore.
three children playing in the back garden of a duplex on Cordon Avenue
face a well. a bucket. and a ladle.
in her reflection one sees, she claims, eight colours. the colours form a rainbow.
she is the rainbow, she says.
the boy by her side, her brother, elbows her.
their friend looks at the girl’s reflection and confirms.
she is the rainbow. and he is the cloud.
her brother grunts, tells his sister and the boy “you’re grossing me out”.
he leaves. disgusted.
as he leaves, his sister and the boy drop pennies into the well.
he shakes his head. rainbows, gross.
the girl tells the boy, as if no one had ever said it before,
“every cloud has a silver lining”
he replies, “at the end of every rainbow is a pot of gold.”
they giggle, kiss, and hold hands. each staring at the other’s reflection in the well.
the temptation is too great to ignore.
three children playing in the back garden of a duplex on Cordon Avenue
face a well. a bucket. and a ladle.
in her reflection one sees, she claims, eight colours. the colours form a rainbow.
she is the rainbow, she says.
the boy by her side, her brother, elbows her.
their friend looks at the girl’s reflection and confirms.
she is the rainbow. and he is the cloud.
her brother grunts, tells his sister and the boy “you’re grossing me out”.
he leaves. disgusted.
as he leaves, his sister and the boy drop pennies into the well.
he shakes his head. rainbows, gross.
the girl tells the boy, as if no one had ever said it before,
“every cloud has a silver lining”
he replies, “at the end of every rainbow is a pot of gold.”
they giggle, kiss, and hold hands. each staring at the other’s reflection in the well.
demmi sufferage
submit to the tug and rub of your lover's wants
the regal growl of his belly at eight in the morning
the ground plated with thin, wet snow
which sticks to the bottom of your shoe -- like something sweet --
your refuge is in a mug of oriental influences
and the tone of the monks' guttural hymn
take it with you, under the canopy of his imagination,
a torch of wonder and a wand of strategy
the logic of his birth and decay
the measure of his devotion
both yours to drink up
beside your breakfast of fat, juicy treats
the regal growl of his belly at eight in the morning
the ground plated with thin, wet snow
which sticks to the bottom of your shoe -- like something sweet --
your refuge is in a mug of oriental influences
and the tone of the monks' guttural hymn
take it with you, under the canopy of his imagination,
a torch of wonder and a wand of strategy
the logic of his birth and decay
the measure of his devotion
both yours to drink up
beside your breakfast of fat, juicy treats
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
my secret life
stretch me in the wake of the sun
the hiss of
an autumn morning
my triumph and the bold
return in the dust
of a season less
faltered by a creased brow.
the scent of a
decaying leaf
in a child's palm
awakens us to love
and the secret life
of rags and fools
Friday, November 23, 2007
my hand in yours
the secret is in the ballot
the heart in the shoe
the point in the hall
and the sailor in the wreck
the heart in the shoe
the point in the hall
and the sailor in the wreck
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Friday, November 16, 2007
high school ties -
Kim and I went to CT with our Roots & Shoots gang in middle school -sixth grade- to meet Jane Goodall. that's how long i've know her.
and although we've never been very close, we've never been very far apart either.
check out Kim's art and webdesign. i think, time permitting, i might eek out on these later.
and although we've never been very close, we've never been very far apart either.
check out Kim's art and webdesign. i think, time permitting, i might eek out on these later.
Monday, November 12, 2007
I Submit
pseudonym "unsaid" started a blog to keep track of his/her poetry submissions, acceptances and rejections. it's a new blog, but if he/she keeps up with it, i'm excited to see how the adventure unfolds.
he/she also left a shiny little comment on my submission post
he/she also left a shiny little comment on my submission post
Sunday, November 11, 2007
this is alli
and this is the little story about how she came to live with us.
alli used to live with bobby. bobby works at two brother's pizza with me. he had to find alli a new home because she kept trying to sleep with his three month old baby; bobby's wife was nervous about the cat in the baby's crib and made him find her a new home.
i mentioned that there was a young cat up for adoption to my sister while at my mom's house and it was my mom who jumped at the offer. so, one monday afternoon a few weeks ago bobby dropped alli off at my mom's house in yarmouth.
after two weeks, my mom, dad and brother were pretty sure that alli and pippin (the lovable but excitable corgi) would never get along. my mom told me over the phone last week that they weren't going to be able to keep alli.
of course i felt guilty by association. i was the person that made the connection and introduced the whole idea of alli living with my mom and dad. so i told ryan and ryan thought, then, that we should adopt alli for a while to see how she got on with jack and rowdy.
we brought alli home after sunday dinner last week and all manner of kitten fury rose. the tension was high and ryan and i weren't sure what to do.
thank goodness for the internet. ryan and i read up very quickly on what to do when introducing a new kitty to the family. we gave alli her own room with toys, food and litter. we put jack and rowdy's food near the door to her room, and have been giving all three of them treats by the door. we also traded toys, blankets, and strokes as a way of getting all the kitty smells combined and mixed up. we neutralized them to each others' smells.
after a day or so we let them see each other through a crack in the door. they got better and better about seeing each other. rowdy made huge improvements; especially considering he was inclined to hide in a different room to her at first.
today was their first play session. ryan and i got everyone in one room and moderated. they're still sensitive to each other, but what a difference from just a week ago. there'll be more play time sessions before we let everyone out for good, but ryan and i are pretty confident that the three of them will be able to live comfortably with each other.
so, jack and rowdy have a new sister.
p.s. alli bit my finger while i was playing with her wednesday night (completely my fault) and it got infected, which hella hurts and the antibiotics give me a silly sort of stomach ache. anyway, that's why there's a brace on my finger in that picture with her. and why my hair is a mess (really hard to put my hair back with one and a half hands). and yeah, this has taken me quite a while to type >_<
Thursday, November 08, 2007
Sunday, November 04, 2007
Saturday, November 03, 2007
post # 681
there's a skeleton staring at me as i write my paper at the wilkens library at the cape cod community college. he looks a bit thin. he's missing some ribs--they've been replaced with rubber molding.
Friday, November 02, 2007
poets wanted
Hey!
Shirley Allard (you may know her as HouseMouse) is seeking dedicated, quality poets to writer for and/or submit to her online magazine called Word Catalyst.
If you've got something knocking about, send it her way (there's an email address on the submissions page of the mag's website).
And good luck
^_^
Shirley Allard (you may know her as HouseMouse) is seeking dedicated, quality poets to writer for and/or submit to her online magazine called Word Catalyst.
If you've got something knocking about, send it her way (there's an email address on the submissions page of the mag's website).
And good luck
^_^
Thursday, November 01, 2007
you need to read Kristin's poetry
she's beautiful and tipsy and wonderful. see...
I wonder what a skunk feels like
if you drive your hand
into their rich fur.
I'll bet they're very soft,
an alter of an animal,
slow and careful, at which to worship
when we've run out of better ideas --
ideas like itchy uniforms,
clawed, burying
those inalterable colors.
The skunk by the library doesn't share a body
with a hundred others like him.
The one I saw yesterday is the same one I see today.
When I stare, strangers stare with me.
We stare together. We walk in a half moon,
building another planet
around the skunk, like trash can lids.
visit her live journal blog for more awesome poems like the one above!
I wonder what a skunk feels like
if you drive your hand
into their rich fur.
I'll bet they're very soft,
an alter of an animal,
slow and careful, at which to worship
when we've run out of better ideas --
ideas like itchy uniforms,
clawed, burying
those inalterable colors.
The skunk by the library doesn't share a body
with a hundred others like him.
The one I saw yesterday is the same one I see today.
When I stare, strangers stare with me.
We stare together. We walk in a half moon,
building another planet
around the skunk, like trash can lids.
visit her live journal blog for more awesome poems like the one above!
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
on The Bathos - readers wanted
hello you.
i'm looking for a few sets of eyes to read over the little collection i just whipped up and maybe give some constructive feedback. are you interested? leave a comment with your email address in and i'll send it to you, or email me at kaacheson [at] yahoo [dot] co [dot] uk
if i make any changes you suggest, i'll put you in an acknowledgements section before submitting it to any presses.
i'm looking for a few sets of eyes to read over the little collection i just whipped up and maybe give some constructive feedback. are you interested? leave a comment with your email address in and i'll send it to you, or email me at kaacheson [at] yahoo [dot] co [dot] uk
if i make any changes you suggest, i'll put you in an acknowledgements section before submitting it to any presses.
the Franken Monkey unleased (a halloween story)
when children are naughty
on halloween, the tiny zombie monkey
will rise from the dead.
his brain was removed
by an evil scientist, and the only way
Franken Monkey can feel better
is to stuff candy into his vacant head.
so the evil scientist lets him loose
on the bad little kids
who have lots of loot.
and BEWARE!
if those children are really
really bad
Franken Monkey might even drool in their ears!
gross!!
[note: i have an atomic monkey here on my desk, just like the picture i have there, though i didn't take that picture for time saving purposes. it came from urban retro's site]
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