Thursday, August 30, 2007

On haitus

From splint to moonboot. Things are healing nicely, but I'm exhausted. So, this blog is going on hiatus for several weeks.

See ya at the end of September!

Thursday, August 23, 2007


Some new poems and photos of mine are now online at Quay, A Journal of the Arts. Please, go check out this fabulous journal!



Wednesday, August 22, 2007


Here's an older poem of mine that I believe fits the new poem spark:


Against the clear light, the fresh touch of sky,
the wind from the ocean filters sand into dunes,
lights the tongues of waves that taste the people swimming.
Each second a moment is washed ashore,
ground white as sand and as clean
though the water is green,
and the dune grass is green
and the seaweed on the few gray rocks is green
as a swimsuit, wet as the far horizon in the noon hour,
bright with the blue that blankets this side of the world,
and lit with the rushing surf
on the beach of a day
precious and just as rare as a good dream.

If you get to lie there and see it, this moment,
if you get to wait until sunset and watch the sky turn midnight
when there are more stars than specks of sand on the beach,
on any beach on this world all put together,
you might see a few constellations
peer down: the belt of Orion,
the arrow of Sagittarius that points to the wishes
washed in with high tide.

It is not as surprising as you think to see the stars.
Across the earth a few of us notice and wonder
and possibly across the galaxy where light foams against time
to stretch into other systems
there could be someone who sees stars
at night, when their sun is asleep
and their tides are low
and the curtain of day has been swept aside
by the turning of a planet no human has stepped on,
where perhaps the sand is green
and alive
and made of trillions of creatures who wait for the next tide
to wash them home to shore.

Poem Spark Aug. 20-Sept. 3: Sci-Fi Poems (and Fantasy, too)

Greetings fellow poets!

Sorry for the delay folks, but since I broke my ankle, I've been a tad bit behind on my duties. However, I've had the idea for this poem spark brewing ever since featured Poems about Aliens on their front page.

I quite liked Kunitz's poem, The Abduction. It has a sort of haunting grace about it. The narrative easily bears you along as you read the story, reveling in what is not said as much as what is.

Then there's Hayden's [American Journal], which is as much an experiment in language as the idea of extraterrestrial life is an experiment of the mind. The poem combines both in a way that is familiar to the American culture.

I'm sure there are many more poems that involve pieces of the unfamiliar cosmos, as well as the dark recesses of fantasy that lurk in the mind. Here's your chance to share your own experiments.

Your task this spark is to write a Sci-Fi or Fantasy poem. Keep it as unreal as possible. The sky's the limit!

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

Yes, today I woke to the sound of vomiting

Believe it or not, my younger son has caught a stomach bug and has been throwing up since 4:30 am. I also have an ear infection. I think it will be quite the show as I drag my crippled self around to the various doctors, all the time clutching a bucket, that most necessary accompaniment to barfing. Wish me luck!

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Broken bones don't give you more time

On the contrary, having a broken ankle means I have less time to do all the things that must be done. None of the things that must be done have changed. This leads to intense frustration as my foot swells into an eggplant. And I still haven't figured out how to carry things with crutches. The last time I hopped around with something under my chin, I nearly passed out.

Today's goal: getting all the school forms that need to be signed by the allergist to the allergist. This will involve begging the receptionist at the allergist's office to get them signed and sent back to me in two weeks time instead of the usual five. I hope the crutches make me look very pathetic so I can stir the long-dormant sense of sympathy that is so often irrecoverably buried in said receptionists from years of abuse by belligerent patients.

Wish me luck.

Saturday, August 11, 2007

Can I remove my own stitches?

I think I can. If I tape an exacto blade to the end of a stretched-out hanger, I think I can snip the little suckers myself. If the weird stabbing skin pain doesn't go away by tomorrow, I will do it. Don't tell anyone.

I'll try and post a new photo of my purple toes and brand-new white cast tomorrow, if I can locate my camera. I think someone hid it so I wouldn't crawl around looking for it. Actually, the cast isn't a cast, but a half-splint (plaster) covered with ace-bandages. I've already snipped off the ends of the cotton stuffing because the tickle was driving me mad. Don't tell anyone.

Friday, August 10, 2007

Surgery is over

Surgery on my broken ankle happened Wednesday. I'm still recovering because I didn't know that stitches would hurt like crazy. And my toes are turning purple. Luckily that's my favorite color.

For the surgery they gave me a popliteal nerve block. That was nifty: the anesthetist stuck a needle in the back of my knee and my leg went bye-bye. They also gave me a sedative to put me to sleep. Unfortunately, I began waking up in the middle of surgery and they had to use a stronger narcotic to knock me back out. The result: severe nausea for the rest of the day.

Happily, that's over now, and I'm just dealing with the post-op pain. Stitches suck.

Saturday, August 04, 2007

Friday, August 03, 2007

I broke my ankle

I'd like to thank everyone who made a donation for the MS bike ride. The money is for a great cause and it means a lot to me.

Unfortunately, this morning I broke my left ankle bicycling, so I won't be able to do the charity ride. I intend on making a full recovery and trying again next year.