Not a full month’s worth, but enjoy!
1/1
Not part of any
book group. Ok. Aiming for
less grievance this year.
1/2
The geranium
petals fall like papery
razor-thin blood splats.
1/3
Is it the router,
traffic, a bad battery?
Disconnection blues.
1/5
Plane reservations
still pending. I’m losing my
mind. Maybe don’t go?
1/6
It’s cold. Snow they say.
But these days when they say snow
it often just rains.
With our own eyes and
in real time, we all saw it.
Who denies and why?
1/7
The metallic clang
of plows on empty dark roads.
A curtain pulled back.
1/8
A salt shard turns Finn
into a tripod — hop! hop! —
‘til I can remove.
1/10
Diminished wind can
still overturn garbage bins.
They look defeated.
1/11
Between my midday
walk and opening the door
to Tony, temp drop.
11/12
More rain is coming.
This winter — will it be the
warmest in history?
11/13
Nail gun on drums. POP!
POP! Aye-yo-ee-ah. Vocals
by the carpenters.
1/14
The wind hints at doom.
Hey! I’m not saying this. The
bent dead grasses are.
1/15
Galaxies at our
feet — sun glinting off concrete
mica. Crisp, cold air.
1/17
Ice clatters off black
walnut branches and peppers
living room windows.
1/18
Cold wind. Eyes water.
In another block, it feels
like icy tear drops.
1/19
Hullabaloo at
corner. “When do we want it?
Now!” Newton teachers.
1/20
The ungenerous
quiet after I read had
me checking out. Gone.
1/21
Fourteen degree dog
walk. We took the short cut to
get out of the wind.
1/22
Chickadees say their
names. Doves launch into the sky,
wings squeaking “goodbye.”
1/24
Wake to a white road.
Walk on a grey road. Will dream
about a grass road.
1/25
Can’t play Wordle
this morning because I solved
it at two a.m.
1/26
Somebody’s dryer
releases faux floral scents,
but mud smells better.
1/27
Rust and lace adorn
the edges of a grey sky
like embroidery.
1/30
Who was I before
the internet? Leaden sky.
Twenty-eight degrees.
1/31
I like the sound of
eighty-three million dollars.
Ha ha ha ha ha!
That last one had me chuckling! I too have been pondering how much and the ways I’ve been shaped by this technology, mostly the wonderful people I’ve met here.
Without the internet, I wouldn’t know you! And what a loss that would be. And so many others. I generally walk around in a state of profound gratitude for the internet. I never was a reader of newspapers but a phone and the internet suits how I take in information so it has radically changed my relationship to my country, to politics, and to fellow Americans. Also, I love cataloguing my pursuits (and home/family) with an iPhone camera and then writing up posts. Documenting. Amplifying. Exploring. This cycle of effort and reward has changed me in good ways and also serves as a “pocket memory” for someone who has a terrible memory.
The thing I struggle with is how the lens of it all and the constancy of it can take a person out of herself. Especially someone who adapted early in life to unpleasantness by absenting herself.
I think u need a new challenge Dee, you are getting too good at this.
Oh baloney. I need some lessons right about now!
1/15
Galaxies at our
feet — sun glinting off concrete
mica. Crisp, cold air.
1/22
Chickadees say their
names. Doves launch into the sky,
wings squeaking “goodbye.”
1/24
Wake to a white road.
Walk on a grey road. Will dream
about a grass road.
These speak to me most about finding peace. Maybe grasping or pulling peace right out of the air, but so it is? particularly now?