Whistling for Moonbeams

I'll put the Thursday on, wash the tea, since our names are completely ordinary-- - from "Identification" by Wislawa Szym...

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In case you haven't seen it yet. Poor Sylvia Plath. She would have cringed at this. More here . (Thanks for the tip, Mr. K)...

I'm reading an interview on Jack Kerouac and I smile when I get to the part where I discover he's a Pisces. My mind drifts to Jame...

Living things don't all require  light in the same degree. Some of us make our own light: - from "Lamium" by Louise...

From this point on, the silence through which you move is my voice pursuing you. - Louise Gluck

The beloved  doesn't  need to live. The beloved lives in the head. -Louise Gluck From that conversation and others that...

Waking up to CNN's Anderson Cooper's coverage of Typhoon Haiyan's aftermath in Tacloban  has paved the way for gloomy thoughts...

I can almost be sure I had warned you before: you will find your way here.

I found this on Ninotchka Rosca's Facebook wall, and was haunted by the image. Typhoon Haiyan/Yolanda has ravaged so many, but hop...

I have decided to give up on the book I've been reading. I seldom ever go this far into one (3/4) and not finish it, living by the beli...

In the wake of the typhoon that has passed our way, the slightest darkening in some patch of sky now brings with it some foreboding of dis...

You've been having dreams lately and, as you wonder about it now, you remember thinking about it some days ago, though which day it was,...

Last book I read: What I'm reading now:

See how the day glimmers with clarity, framed by the four sides of your window. The corners are there so the eyes do not stray. Take a step ...

Remember how you described that movie in a conversation from years ago. Remember how pinpricks feel. Remember the lilt in voices. Remember v...

"We should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you." - Sylvia Plath

At least, I am. Watching "O Brother, Where Art Thou?" is just the sort of thing that could get one fired up on a Monday morning...

But there is dullness, too, and gaping time. As much as there is that constant exercise in quiet and contentment, the unaccustomed mind find...

I am grateful for today's sun, and that there is sunlight where I am. The rain can bring such gloom, can stir so many dormant, nameless ...

Someone asks a question and suddenly there is a click from the lock. The utterance of a name is an invisible hand that turns the knob, that ...

How I would like to believe in tenderness- The face of the effigy, gentled by candles, Bending, on me in particular, its mild eyes. I ha...

For we are ether

An excerpt from George Eliot's "Silly Novels by Lady Noveslists", which A.S. Byatt quotes in her book, Passions of the Mind: ...

There are no unwashed dishes in the sink, no garbage to be thrown out. The floor is clean, the bed is made. I am staring at the day.

Recent events in my friends' lives (and, for the longest time, mine) have made me start thinking of Pygmalion: he of the famed myth, he ...

The cloud formations I was trying to read before the afternoon started drawing to its close have already fallen to the ground, a grand cacop...

But how to keep at imagery, and how to fill a page? There's anguish in this state. There's anguish in this state.

I missed the sunrise and didn't feel sorry for it. I looked up and saw cobwebs in the ceiling's corners. The sunlight did nothing ex...

Most of the time, I make a decision to not judge you. What you have done to me, you must have done unwittingly. What you have taken, you m...

At least three people have told me I remind them of a hippie. Maybe it's the stuff in my wardrobe; maybe it's my hair. Or, maybe i...

I'd forgotten to put pepper on the omelette. The mind is a convoluted sheet of canvass, with no room for pepper, or for love. Joan Did...

And because I thrive on incoherence, I will make an omelette today. The chopped onions and tomatoes should go well with last night's rai...

" We don't forget, but something vacant settles in us." -Roland Barthes Settling takes time. Some things take hours, othe...

You tell me you've been walking at night. You've been waking up in the middle of some moonlight-swathed hour, always elsewhere from ...

During a Booksale hunt this afternoon, I saw a copy of Jonathan Franzen's Freedom,  dirt-cheap at PhP115, but couldn't find it in my...

I am drawing shadows for you to disappear in. I put on one dark hue after another, so no light can pass through--until no question is left o...

I cannot have you follow me this way--

Reading the final pages of Fanny Howe's The Winter Sun , I was struck by the similar thread through which most of what I had read in the...

A Starbucks table napkin found, stuck between pages 156 and 157 of a book--a collection of essays, to be specific--told me I might have brou...

It is when the losses--gathered, counted--seem at their most, that the hands start teaching themselves to unlearn the act of grasping.

They stand there, bodies and faces so close, that from a distance, the picture they paint is one of nearness, of intimacy. They are obliviou...

1. at the approaching sight of pain, turn into stone 2. at the scent of pain, close into a bud 3. at the threat of pain, curl into a ...

I've just had a very long, eventful weekend. And though it seems that the proper thing to do right now is to write about it, all I feel ...

“I think we are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not. Otherwi...

The clock said 12:52 when I glanced up at it from the plate of greens I was picking on. A peek out the window yielded a sight of bluish/purp...

Sunlight slanting over surfaces is a breathtakingly beautiful thing. Like sadness, sometimes. Or, certainty. Throw in particles of dust (s...

Knowing all that you do, now, you should no longer be surprised. It isn't pain that hardens us, but the decision that comes after.  T...

And because I insist on images, I draw blanks. One after another, empty and unperturbed. I wonder about the soul in things, turning them i...

"I am deliberate and afraid of nothing." -Audre Lorde Today, I take a pause, to celebrate the women I know, have known,...