day one without a job

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i go from writing day 1 without facebook to day 1 without a job... who knew that tiny leaf i turned over the other day might precede the turning of the biggest leaf i'd have to fuck with in the last few years. this is my first layoff post-mfa. that changes things a little, that [...]

things i know about your mother

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she looks at herself in any reflection she sees: bus or car or store windows, her computer screen put to sleep, and at night, as a passenger, she looks out of her window, looking at and seeing through herself. she remembers when she was a little girl, her mother's passenger, saddened by her life in [...]

un día sin facebook

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yesterday a friend of mine left facebook for an indeterminate hiatus. after a lazy weekend with my lover and daughter, not accomplishing nearly as much as i wanted/needed to personally, i quickly jumped on the bandwagon. this is, after all, something i've wanted to do for months now. i was just too unwilling to cut [...]

shot

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the week unfolds with me in bed, short on sleep from a party last night. sangria all night, and then a couple of vodkas with sangria-infused citrus fruit slices. pretty. sleepy. rolled in around 5. slept (i thought) til 10. when i woke, bf informed me that i insisted someone "give me ONE more ice [...]

Olive Harvey

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I taught my first class at Olive Harvey tonight. (Wonder who Olive Harvey was.) (Assuming she’s dead.) It was so interesting. There are a few handfuls of different personalities in that one. The full range. Black people. Wonderful, creative, unscrupulous, blunt (and some, high!) black people. Old, young, schooled, unschooled, cool, uncouth, and everything in [...]

dawn

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listening to this damned faucet drip. sitting here wrapped in blankets half-past 6 on an ice cold, dark chicago morning. lying in bed wouldn't do. lately, i'm awake all the time anyway, the weight of duty pressing on me. it gets light so quickly, i see, once you start moving. already, my used-to-be white curtains [...]

dream

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and so i lie down to rest. and hope the small glass of white does the trick. i want to fall quickly into an other (AN other) place where fate unfolds much quicker than here, where i can see all that i desire to see right there, right now, then, and later. life can be [...]