Life Among the Never-Winged

Once upon a time I was writing a book called, "Just Another Love Letter", about angels behaving badly. Now I just quietly ask myself each day, "What the hell am I doing?"

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My friends always knew I was going to hell. My only hope is that God likes good jokes and bad redheads.

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  • Friday, October 31, 2008


    That's right, I'm back in Mona's Poetry Friday Thang, because I just can't resist her thang, know what I'm sayin'? (Mona, email me about the pennies!)

    So here we go. I wrote this while I was supposed to be working out ionic valance numbers. So I got caught and had to go to the board and explain why Rubidium is more reactive than Calcium. The things I do for Art.

    At Halloween
    we seek to appease you
    our beloved dead
    (greatly feared)
    with black chocolate skulls,
    eyes filled with grey salt
    that we lick off our fingers.
    We even send our children
    out into the night.
    We hide their faces, tell them
    Be good now, ring, beg, run,
    And we forget that you
    (beloved dead, most feared loves)
    may shake the trees over their
    laughing heads,
    cloud the moon, slick the streets,
    because you too are hungry, begging
    to be remembered, seen,
    touched and comforted.
    Who can blame you for your anger then,
    shaking the house when the porch lights go dark,
    leaving you and the bright empty wrappers
    to blow lonely down the cold street?
    Beloved dead,
    (greatly feared)
    tricking us into thinking
    you return for a single night
    and evaporate with the sunlit frost.

    Anyone interested in those dark chocolate skulls can buy one here. Hey, while you're at it, buy me one too! Mmmmm...spicy...

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    Wednesday, October 22, 2008

    Rough Old October

    I'm making bread right now, for a dinner we're taking over to a family who's suffered a terrible loss. O signed me up for it, from a volunteer list sent around to school parents. That's cool; it's my sort of thing.

    This is a bit awkward. I don't know them at all. I just talked to the mom on the phone, to confirm dinnertime. The fact that she can answer the phone at all amazes me.

    There was that weird' – Hi there, I'm a perfect stranger but I'm going to come over and feed your family because something so horrible that I can't begin to contemplate it, has befallen you. So do you like cilantro?'* – thing. Hem haw. 'Do you know how to get here or do you need directions?' Hem.

    Tomorrow will be easier. I have a dear friend, one of the Sushi Babes, who's just had two very large tumors removed, along with any chance of carrying a baby. I've visited her twice already, once with another Babe and a houseful of visitors, and once last Thursday. I can sit and cry with her. I can joke that together we make one whole woman. I can offer her a womb, if she wants to go that route. I can bring music and recipes and quilt while she crochets. We can bitch about the doctors who wouldn't let us keep the nasties in a glass jar – we made them ourselves after all, dammit! And they are such pretty pearls...

    But bread and soup. What words do you serve with that, to a total stranger?

    *Not my actual words. I'm not that socially autistic. But I was thinking them.

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    Thursday, October 09, 2008

    Nancy Dancehall and the Philosopher's Stone

    So here's my solution to the bailout.

    I'm taking chemistry this semester (did I tell you that?) and I needed some extra credit very badly. So tonight in lab I took out some pennies and did this:

    I don't know what all those alchemists were crying about. It was pretty easy.

    When I 'm not turning pennies to gold and silver, I get to blow shit up.

    I LOVE chem lab!

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    Monday, October 06, 2008

    I Swore I'd Never Do This Here, But...

    'Somehow through...I will call it a criminal neglect and incompetence, the people at the top of these firms chose to look away, to take a risk, to enrich themselves and to put the shareholders and indeed the country itself, ultimately the economy, at risk, is truly not only a shame but a crime.'
    Jim Grant -- the editor of Grant’s Interest Rate Observer, and the author of “Money of the Mind.”

    See it for yourself.

    And a question...has anyone seen the protests on Wall Street? You know, the ones where large crowds of demonstrators are holding up signs that say, "Go ahead and jump, motherfuckers?"


    Gosh. Whatever has happened to our media? Don't tell me the fourth branch of government is corrupt too!

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