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And I'm done baby. Two of three final copies delivered. I've got a stack of CDs to mail to friends who haven't heard from me in...

You have it all under control. A little here, a little there. An hour here, an hour there. Many, many nightmares in between... And then i...

You Can't Have It All by Barbara Ras But you can have the fig tree and its fat leaves like clown...

I have to say, I'm really proud of myself. I'm a perfectionist and an overachiever, so I don't say those words lightly or often....

i. cleaning up after boys the folding tucking finding places again for all that spilled onto ticking sheets this pile of words fabrics washe...

Today I'm bitter about love. Maybe I have time to think about it now. There's this repeating image of the man who wants/respects/ad...

Time to return to the flock. Which one? See here . The bestest ever reverend has blogs now! (She's on sabbatical.) Check out: http:/...

Birthings and birth things. Let's start with the time. Please note: 1:44 am. Once again, I'm at work printing. Deep into the morn...

Part II Flying to Australia you slipped across blue to blow green dreams in my sister’s ear. Your time-capsule words forming ice crystals – ...

In memorium, Lavena Fay Gober, February 17, 2006 Heading toward you for our last goodbye I don’t know what to say – I never knew what to say...

I've forgotten my chapstick. I am sweaty zitty unpretty fat with goldfish packed around golden teeth.

Reminded today to look for this year's start of a bad novel contest winner. I wasn't impressed with the top prize, but I sure got a...

Sorry to be silent. Got some bad news on Friday. Had hoped to defend on the 17th of Feb, but it looks like I've got some substantial c...

I'm so close that I'm already casting about for other things to focus on -- the classic diversion sabotage. I have two more weekends...

Paseo del Vulcan and the Double Eagle Airport Between desert and sand stripped down to mesa dust we lie plane bathing droning our sins in si...

Albuquerque, March 17, 2003 By midnight the streets were clear and quiet rain softly drumming on tear-gas canisters tapping on placards now ...

Lobocraspis griseifusa This is the tiny moth who lives on tears, who drinks like a deer at the gleaming pool at the edge of the sleeper’s ey...

Close but not close ENOUGH. I'm exhausted. Finished one 40 page chapter, and it's all I can do to breathe! But I have to turn around...

Roofline in Harlem. Check out the reflection in the windows, not to mention the sexy fire escapes. My god! So beautiful... Adorning a post...

Loved the graffiti. Check out the uzi! Industrial aesthic. Ooo... Reminds me of the Santa Fe shot . Industrial detritus. Mmmm... Creativ...