Postcard stories

Bravo

2008-07-24T20:29:00.000-07:00

Sometimes my heart does the most foolish things. I stand back and watch, so proud of her.

What the girl almost writes

2008-07-23T12:50:00.001-07:00

Dear Diary,

I would love to write something in you. Some bit of information about my day that sounds poetic and taudry and exciting. But I fear you are not good at keeping secrets, even if they are fiction.

Did you know

2008-07-22T18:50:00.001-07:00

Today I learned that hummingbirds are brave and have been known to chase hawks.

Again for you

2008-07-22T00:01:00.000-07:00

I want to write something that will change your life.

Tell me, what does that look like? How does it sound when read aloud in your voice? In mine?

Tell me, what needs changing? What needs saving?

Midnight train

2008-07-21T13:21:00.001-07:00

"Don't write what you are not prepared to own," she thinks at 12:37 a.m., connected to absolutely no other train of thought.

Lucky Little PO Box

2008-07-19T12:47:00.000-07:00

Just returning from the post office box back to my sweet little desk. What treasures awaited me. One in particular I must share:
This notebook from Rania

It's a great day to begin a new notebook. The prodigal one is full. Perfect timing, Rania.

Yummy

2008-07-19T07:55:00.000-07:00

A sentence I absolutely love:

"In contemporary American poetry, surprise is greatly valued."

I spent wee morning hours writing a four-page poem with this premise and I wasn't even conscious of it. Oh, I love how our minds work.

there are stars somewhere

2008-07-19T07:46:00.000-07:00

When the smoke became too thick and too sticky and blotted out the night sky with too much grey and too little hope, the girl walked home, sat on the floor with silver markers drew her own shiny summer constellations as best she could remember.

An August Travel Story

2008-07-17T19:36:00.000-07:00

Tonight, I'm thinking on the next trip.
Dreamily, I think of this first:

Sweet drive with the soundtrack to "Garden State" on repeat.
Next, comes a soft and funky little Northwest walk:

And who could forget the giant dressing despensers on the way down? Or was it up?

Anyone wanna guess where I'm headed?

So it goes

2008-07-17T17:23:00.000-07:00

"Look how brave you are," said the older woman to the younger.
"Look at you, living big and observing quietly. You must have many admirers. Young, darling, brave one."
The young woman looks at her, smiling and swooning at that word: Darling.

Tiny beauties from yesterday:

2008-07-17T12:29:00.001-07:00

Learned peaches are a member of the rose family.

Andrea's gorgeous white shirt. And how we choose to talk rather than eat for dinner.

Greta introduced herself to new neighbor, Chuck, by sitting at his feet and extending her paw.

Goodness, I am proud of this Wednesday.

Advice on a Wednesday

2008-07-16T14:55:00.001-07:00

Here is my advice for today:

Play with boundaries.

Housekeeping

2008-07-16T12:47:00.000-07:00

The feather duster cannot keep up with the spider webs. Even as I sit writing, I notice the construction of new homes.

These spiders are tricky. They are architectual geniuses with too many legs and too much time on too many hands.

Crow Postcard #4

2008-07-15T20:19:00.001-07:00

For days I have been thinking about you.
How much sense does that make?

Crow Postcard #3

2008-07-15T13:51:00.001-07:00

"This is for you," he said.

"This sweet everything, it's for you."

Crow Postcard #2

2008-07-15T12:44:00.000-07:00

Early one morning in Santa Fe, I sat outside writing. Facing north. And I started to have sad, little, lovely thoughts. Then the two crows, my frequent visitors, arrived and watched me write. This is what they warned:
Do not fill up this sliver of blank book with heartbreak. Crows are watching and they will be disappointed.

Crow postcard #1

2008-07-15T12:12:00.000-07:00

Note to self from Abiquiu that arrived in the mail today:

The only thing missing on this tree are the six crows you saw on the drive back from Ghost Ranch.
You so know where you are going. And so do they.

Living

2008-07-15T12:09:00.001-07:00

There are places that make us beautiful.
Tell me, do you live in one?

For you

2008-07-14T13:00:00.000-07:00

This postcard is for you.
It has been making its way here for years
and months and hours.
Finally, it has reached you.
Look how lovely you are reading it.

The perfect conversation for a late afternoon between exhausted girl and wonderful friend

2008-07-11T16:49:00.000-07:00

"Quick. I'm dying on the vine over here. Tell me something."

"OK, what?"

"I don't know. Anything."

"Tics are a member of the arachnid family."

"I was looking for something a little more prophetic and esoteric, but am so glad this is what came out."

Introductions

2008-07-11T15:47:00.000-07:00

I went to my new home yesterday. To introduce myself.
A quiet place awaits with lots of ivy and ferns growing along the front window.
It smells of stories. I am eager to get in the habit of listening to them.

Solutions

2008-07-11T12:00:00.000-07:00

My spirit is whiny and needs restoration.
My heart heavy.
My mind abuzz. Too much so.

So my solutions: First I'm headed to Restoration Hardware. Next stop: Weightwatchers. Then I shall purchase a can of bug spray on the way home.

Nap time

2008-07-11T09:56:00.000-07:00

Sometimes it is tiring, the constant looking for things that don't exist.
Or maybe the exhaustion comes from explaining to others why you spend so much time looking for said things.

Like intuition

2008-07-10T17:25:00.000-07:00

Look how my feet
walk towards you,
like instinct, like intuition.
They make their way even in my sleep.
They are not always kind in this regard.
Sometimes I am irritated with their relentlessness
wanting to stand still, remaining for just a few
moments.

Why we never hear what is really said

2008-07-09T20:01:00.000-07:00

What he wanted to say when he saw her that evening:

You are a vision in this
pale French dress.
I blush and say you are remarkable.

What came out:

Um, you ready to go dance?

(This is from poem #2 for the month, dear readers. And how are your July poetry notebooks shaping up? I'll be sharing from mine every so often. For those of you not on the mailing list, I'm referring to the July challenge: one poem a day for the entire month. Those who wish to be added to the list, drop a line. A friendly little line.)