After 30 hours of bizarre stop-and-start traveling with hellish hangover-like layovers, I have arrived back in the land of the bitchy, disenchanted and seriously overweight. Damn, it is good to be back.
And, after dragging two bags halfway across the world, I have put at least half of one in a Goodwill sack to give away. […]
This is it, darlings. I pick up Dad at the Hiroshima airport tomorrow evening. We come back to Hamada on the bus on Wednesday, spend a few days here and in Hiroshima, and then I am back in the USA Oct. 5. So, as the final living computer in the free land of the ward […]
I call these poems of interview becaue essentially, I would steer the poem by asking questions and then use her answers as lines in the poem. Fore example:
Kat: What does the dock feel like under their feet? Hot? Cold?
Madoka: Warm.
Kat: Rough or smooth?
Madoka: Smooth.
Kat: What animal has skin warm and smooth?
Madoka: Horse.
Kat: So, the dock […]
Yesterday was one of those days that unfolds nicely, naturally—giving you a real glimpse at what life is supposed to be like, if we don’t push it too much or try too hard or work too zealously to have it come out “right.” I like those days. They give me a look into the way […]
So, the roomie and I both got packages today. Mine was from Charles and gloriously had my most favorite of all Pop Tarts (yum) and a good smutty book. May Buddha bless the Charles.
The roomie’s package had a lot of “supplies.” Sometimes, we feel a bit like the troops overseas here. We beg for recognizable […]