because it's still Nat'l Poetry Month and this is beautiful

"Written on the Due Date of a Son Never Born"
by David Wojahn

Echinacea, Bee Balm, Aster, Trumpet Vine,
I watch your mother bend to prune,
water sluicing silver from the hose.

Another morning you will never see.

Summer solstice, dragonflies flare, the un-petaled rose.
Six A.M. and already she's breaking down,
hose flung to the sidewalk where it snakes and pulses in a steady keening glitter,
both hands to her face.

That much I can give you of these hours.
That much only,
fists and blossom forged by salt, trellising your wounded helixes against our days.
Tell us how to live for we are shades,
facing,
caged,
the chastening sun.

Our eyes are scorched and lidless.
We cannot bear your light.

bombs for peace

I love you, Thom Yorke!


ATOMS FOR PEACE

No more going to the dark side with your flying saucer eyes
No more falling down a wormhole that I have to pull you out

The wriggling, squiggling worm inside
Devours from the inside out

No more talk about the old days
It's time for something great

I want you to get out
And make it work

So many lies
So many lies
So many lies
So feel the love come off of them
And take me in your arms

Peel all of your layers off
I want to eat your artichoke heart

No more leaky holes in your brain
And no false starts

I wanna get out
And make it work

So many lies
So many lies
So many lies
So feel the love come off of them
And take me in your arms

I wanna get out
And make it work

I want you to get out
And make it work

I'll be ok

So many lies
So many lies
So many lies
So feel the love come off of them
And take me in your arms

How can I succinctly express one's complete and utter uselessness?

she = a waste

No one is perfect but let me impart a great truth: if you have a kid with someone then you are not just "stuck" with interacting with them, but also their (insane) family...forevermore. I know, it's shocking, right? Not.

My family has been learning this lesson the (very) hard way. I am thankful for my geographical distance from the goings-on for many reasons; not the least of which is that it is impossible to punch someone in the face from so far away. But, sigh, violence would solve nothing. Nothing may solve this.

I'm wishing more and more that I saw pushing her out of a plane without a parachute as a viable option.

Always Discovering

New found EXTREME tickle zone: temples
New found tickle mechanism on said zone: The Raspberry
And not this kind (though, how freaking cuuuuuuute!!):

Like A Lady

Oh my my, oh hell yes, Honey put on that party dress:


<------ one of the (all too) many frocks I will be wearing during the Labor Day Weekend East Coast Batmitzvah Extravaganza (the title? Well, I'm still working with that one.) This one is for one of the less conservative events (i.e. I will not be wearing this in temple--too much shoulder and too much leg!!)

If you haven't before, check out the Mod Cloth website
They have amazing stuff and sometimes ok prices too!

I also found an ahhhhhhhmazing deal on silk pashminas (at, of all places, The Pashmina Store and snagged one in a grey color...thoughts on that one? Hmmmm...

*I am thankful to a not so anonymous donor who has

made my personal fashion at the festivities possible.*