Sunday poem (mine).


Damn, this man

just keeps throwing another

log onto my fire.


Life; lemons; sexy sailors (image).


When life gives you lemons…

you make blood orange lemonade and mix it with vodka.


When life gives you sailor-themed thigh highs with little silver anchors hanging from the top, you…

purchase a ship?

get your freak on?

prepare your sexy sailor halloween costume very, very early?



What I receive at the farmers’ market is not only vegetables.



Some facet of my Saturday is in this photograph (Sally Mann).

It’s something about the stance, about looking perfect but wrong with a cigarette; something about that dress, about having a sister nearby with hands on hips and a kid on stilts in the background, about that knotty sideswiped hair and the frills on the side of her stark white dress and her watch

that reminds me of today with Elspeth, buying fabric in National City to make a dress and seeing little kids dance in a Subway where we bought a Sprite and used the bathroom, receiving flowers and wrapping stones in gold wire, drinking coffee with milk and sugar from my tea set, staring at the pinks in paintings, some or all of that is in this photograph, titled “Candy Cigarette” by Sally Mann. (More Sally Mann here, on Artsy.)

(photo via art-folio by michèle laird)