Doing the Two-Step (on three-toes)--Every Year Gets Sweeter

For child I am so glad I've found you
Although my arms have always been around you
Sweet bird although you did not see me I saw you

---E. Harris

September 30 Sitwells Cafe All-Star Line-Up

If you dig poetry (& really, how could you resist it?) Sitwells. Sunday. September 30. 7:30. (all strung-out on alliteration) is the place to be.

Consider the following:

A boat toward an orgy of waves outranks anchor, so we are far from the field
green detects and takes. Marked card of a field.
We’ll catch nothing this way.

When the sky finds its footing there will be
nothing left standing. Nothing
left to fly-away like things we want to have.

Leaving you
a kind of residue,
half what you’ve collected
half what’s always been.

Across continents
ages, species, we’d find us
birds of a feather

you are the silver
lining in my cloud, emu
we flock together

But closeness is pain. Where did I begin
and where did they end? Somewhere
around the third tune

Skull-kept, three modes of mind wander like radio.
That jade blue of your eyes: a risk in three cities

like walking
forever through trees
and briars—but why break
cobwebs as I watch?

Crescendo, shh and hum, went round until
I lost my breath, lay down.

Not long until morning comes
like the squid that flashes electric blue
when aroused

when from out of nowhere,
the parakeet chirps like a lion:
O emerald, forgive me,
the sky.


--Kristi Maxwell*Evan Commander*Brett Price*Sophia Kartsonis*Caleb Adler*Lesley Jenike*Cynthia Arrieu-King*Joshua Butts*Erica Dawson*Jillian Weise*Matt Hart

At the Fruit Stand of My Dreams

your dreams are always in season.

Intaglio received a Rain Taxi review. This was on the "life list!" I love taxis of rain. I love reviews.

skinny boy, all bones no lies
your so miserable in the mornings
will you will wait up for me?
its sorted and I cant find my feet
and you’ve got lips I could spend a day with.

skinny boy, some where some prostitution.
some desire some doubt some dance.
they’re coming we see it’s through the back door,
and there you are on the fence
with those lips I could spend a day with.

when its done ill drink champagne to the lonely
lonely in me
monday, tuesday so lonely
wednesday, thursday only me
friday, saturday only me
here comes sunday…

Amy Millan

La Bella Luna

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Before Sunset

Today I feel like gathering the fanciful things I love and putting them into one big post.
I won't though. I will say that I had a lovely low-key holiday full of coziness, good movies and a certain vampire bunny-cat. Just now, under good musical advisement, I am listening to M. Ward and loving esp. Poison Cup. Also, that I rode on a snow-white Stella scooter on Saturday and (silly with alliteration,) it was the first time I saw this city I live in the way someone sees someone seeing a city that he has really loved. (I imagine/hope I gave S.L.C. to people from that perspective.) I read an article somewhere about meaningful sex happening b/c someone loves the way you see (as opposed to fun but flimsy sex with those we love for the way they look). And thought it came near what is said in Before Sunset about really looking hard at someone and in that way, taking them in.

Celine: "I mean, I always feel like a freak because I'm never able to move on. You know. People just have an affaire, or even... entire relationships... They break up and they forget! They move on like they would have changed a brand of Cereals! I feel I was never able to forget anyone I've been with. Because each person have… you know, specific qualities. You can never replace anyone. What is lost is lost. That's why I'm very careful with getting involved, because... It hurts too much. Even getting laid. I actually don't do that… I will miss of the person the most mundane things. Like I'm obsessed with little things. Maybe I'm crazy, but... When I was a little girl, my mom told me that I was always late to school. One day she followed me to see why... I was looking at chestnuts falling from the trees, rolling on the sidewalk, or... ants, crossing the road...the way a leaf casts a shadow on a tree trunk... Little things. I think it's the same with people. I see in them little details,so specific to each other, that move me, and that I miss, and... will always miss. You can never replace anyone, because everyone is made of such beautiful specific details. Like I remember the way...your beard has a little bit of red in it. And how the sun was making it glow that...that morning, right before you left. I remember that "