tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187724652024-03-13T00:37:36.780-05:00curb girlCurb Girl: what an urban-based accidental journalist accidentally thinks
when she's falling face-first on figurative pavementApplecart T.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00812569499485598060noreply@blogger.comBlogger955125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18772465.post-81507926773443727822019-11-17T12:37:00.000-06:002019-11-23T13:59:04.789-06:0010,000 bookmarks
I never folded a paper crane, much less made 100 or 1,000 of them to hang in Hiroshima as a symbol for peace.
Squirrels are burrowing ever deeper into the wooden skeleton of my wooden house.
Would a standing desk and a faux surfboard make office job life tolerable? What about regular massages and an in home vegan chef?
Notice my new non use of hyphens.
Shampoo that comes in bars. Applecart T.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00812569499485598060noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18772465.post-75465330490489501352019-11-15T08:43:00.001-06:002019-11-15T08:43:42.649-06:00Shifts
A light dress layer otherwise known as a dressing gown.
A loan that puts a fifth hard-pull on your credit report just to relocate some debt, otherwise known as a shell game. The object is to inspire a sense of control.
Getting dressed is a form of control. You don't want to meet roofing estimators in a gown signaling still-sleeping; you don't want to be on the news looking like that should Applecart T.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00812569499485598060noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18772465.post-71740207910339465752019-03-05T12:55:00.000-06:002019-03-05T12:55:03.147-06:00Quoting myself 10 years later
Recently, someone made fun of me — or perhaps she was teasing, because eventually she came back around, I think — about my being addicted (she did not use that word, no one ever does; we're all enablers) to making excessive social networking posts, and my answer was that I enjoyed the communication.
She disagreed that it was communication.
I eventually replied, using the same format as sheApplecart T.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00812569499485598060noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18772465.post-32771748677362747722019-02-14T22:00:00.003-06:002019-02-14T22:00:42.244-06:00Tide life11 What I need to know, I can't Google about:
13 The it that is how relationships in-flow to start
4 And, then, ebb out.
11 The ocean doesn't distinguish water parts:
13 It is all one soup of molecules (our word), flowing
5 In and ebbing out.Applecart T.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00812569499485598060noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18772465.post-50090539390586169492018-04-03T21:06:00.004-05:002018-04-03T21:06:57.088-05:00While I was other-ingMy armpits smell like heaven,
because heaven stinks too, in
The best and sexiest ways.
While I was other-ing, my old
Number was receiving calls,
And, I shall blame the seller's
Phone on how I don't know
Whether this is about a roof,
A car,
A cat (no, just waxing) or
Something else. Bad connection.
PS, TALK MORE SLOWLY.
It's certainly not a therapist's voice.
Something we need.
Something you Applecart T.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00812569499485598060noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18772465.post-27946931526884714652018-02-27T04:44:00.002-06:002018-02-27T04:44:39.654-06:00It feels so lightSo.
I did not expect that.Applecart T.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00812569499485598060noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18772465.post-23224782285357488052018-01-30T23:18:00.001-06:002018-03-05T22:03:48.908-06:00My perspectiveSo much is in that red wheel barrow (wheelbarrow) (wheeled barrow)
As in your 10 fingernails.
My dad's nails are an involuntary standard.
I chose mates based on his faults, so
It is OK, now, so many enough years later, that
I judge on this one aspect.
Aspic.
I hear it is made of nail-protein.
Invoke cycles.
I adore your fingertips.
1:2:4:3:1
PS, my dad's nails are clean, uniformed/clipped, Applecart T.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00812569499485598060noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18772465.post-37630532878322953732017-11-12T19:39:00.002-06:002018-01-30T23:20:17.514-06:00SpillsI am tired of carrying forward the faults
Of my ancestors.
I am weary of their is/was turning into
Present mistakes that
Mirror theirs then/now.
Those ancestors failed to
Provide the tools for me to
Repair ourselves or
Anything around
Me.Applecart T.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00812569499485598060noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18772465.post-1148199845596980822017-10-02T19:43:00.000-05:002017-11-12T19:46:10.766-06:00Jumpto a place that will ask you to jump to another re: cervical cancer (you've seen the commercials: did you know that cancer could be caused by a virus? a virus!)
yes, some of us did know, and some of us are still getting a clue, but as my now-hometown-cohabitant/(that's "slash") blogger points out, some of this is still a moooooot religious point: come on, if there is a vaccine for anything, Applecart T.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00812569499485598060noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18772465.post-6854930541991755702017-09-23T19:31:00.001-05:002017-11-12T19:42:37.633-06:00experimental poetry lolBeing a clod of electrical impulses
We call them feelings
that I can't control
and they rule our justifications.
I am resigned at the young-old age that I am
My body is strong
so much so that long
and is ruling justifications.
Once we fell apart overnight and once again
We call them feelings
at dawn again slept
and they rule our justifications.
*******
Being a clod of electrical impulses
that Applecart T.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00812569499485598060noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18772465.post-17189953686651969142017-09-15T21:42:00.000-05:002018-03-07T17:43:58.944-06:00Having achieved the goal of dreamless sleepWe went out of the country for about a week, January 2017. For about two days, framing that week, we were crossing the International Date Line, being in the clouds above several oceans, feeling cramped and cranky, dried out and faux-hungry.
When we got home, there was no real reason I could not go to work the next day. However, after 10 days of relative sobriety, the kind of sobriety that is Applecart T.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00812569499485598060noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18772465.post-9055068814385007232017-09-15T21:30:00.001-05:002017-09-15T21:30:32.713-05:00Limited accessWhile I have not yet (?) been able to garner anyone more than a decade younger (fewer than 10 years) than I to fall in love with me,
I see what's happening.
The coincidence is the location.
Is it *a* location ... are there such places, torn-holes in the fabric, etc.
Where I can see what's happening (because it is)?
He.
She.
She.Applecart T.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00812569499485598060noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18772465.post-18266784973010502016-11-05T04:24:00.000-05:002016-11-05T04:24:36.990-05:0015 months laterA lot has happened
As it should
At least one friend fell off
Culled by my indifference
And his wisdom
There was
Another conference of 800
Women religious
There was
Therapy
And between those
There was a baby
Not mine
But mine enough
Happy hello niece person
I wish I could say she
Made all the difference
But nothing
No one can or does
A whole winter was
As undocumented
As the people fleeingApplecart T.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00812569499485598060noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18772465.post-42476180406071370942015-08-15T16:04:00.000-05:002015-08-15T16:04:42.558-05:00Right shoulderAfter being inundated for days by the presence of 800 women, gathered for an annual meeting, I found myself flanked by three males, in succession, in the space of a single day, at my right shoulder.
It's nothing really, but it strikes me now as funny, how this one deltoid could have been so socially engaged in such a short span of time.
Wednesday night, after dining on the second of what ended Applecart T.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00812569499485598060noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18772465.post-44750859412799914782015-04-24T20:50:00.001-05:002015-04-24T20:50:05.735-05:00Someone I never metKilled himself today.Thank you, Facebook.I'm not being sarcastic.Thank you for bringing the All Our StrugglesAre Family.By his posts, he was a Christian believer,Someone who put up less-trite-memes than others;I watched him "function,"Melt-down over his relationship with his wife,Asked him, "Are you O.K.?"So.Sorry.Good-bye.Applecart T.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00812569499485598060noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18772465.post-69241040580371596482015-04-04T00:02:00.002-05:002015-04-04T10:47:33.260-05:00The love of my life had a babyWith a man who is in the Navy.
It might be the Air Force.
I haven't wanted to know.
I don't find him attractive in photos.
Stiff.
She is complaining, in a way, that the baby girl
Who has the name I would have saved for my own,
Is suffering from colic and is too "in the way"
To be carried while she is doing dishes or
Whatever.
I was colic-y myself:
Now somewhat a disaster who
Wishes science etc.Applecart T.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00812569499485598060noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18772465.post-60818798495801651312015-02-15T21:42:00.000-06:002015-02-15T21:42:22.410-06:00Veiled confessionsI like the word vein.
Vain for vanity of keeping personal xylem and phloem in working order.
What if periodontal disease, too?
Vegan poseur.
There is a wagon.
The horses are not harnessed, so it's not going anywhere.
Things keep getting worse.
"Every day that you see me, that's the worst day of my life."
Arrest that.
It's not a good sign when the dishsoap and eggs both run out.
Same clothes Applecart T.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00812569499485598060noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18772465.post-46988360532723376502015-01-22T22:57:00.003-06:002015-01-22T22:57:57.754-06:00BleedFor some reason, I keep chewing off half-flaked lip skin.
For some reason, it is not tenacious.
Quick to heal, it must be made of something similar to cervical cells.
My nose has been running red for at least a month.
Again.Applecart T.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00812569499485598060noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18772465.post-1942858728471348682015-01-22T00:33:00.002-06:002015-01-22T00:33:42.156-06:00Really. . .
. . . .
have someone loved say over and over
help me
have over and over grab as can hands
want to be pulled out
of bed
out of
into new plain . . .
where are meds
when.
why not.
pain. mental. and.
him,
me.
us.
she.
the only word we have in common is
fuck.
sometimes with the 'ed' part that makes it
an adjective.
Applecart T.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00812569499485598060noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18772465.post-85088161710103990512015-01-16T22:10:00.000-06:002015-01-17T13:53:19.600-06:00Things not Facebook friendlyPeople with children can never believe how big / grown their once-infant / post-fetus has become.
Children are always amazing, no matter what.
There are a lot (a LOT) of lost dogs — dogs jump fences and slip leashes frequently.
This happens perhaps more often than babies are amazing.
Both of these events will change your life.
People who comment on conservative news/blog sites will say, "Can Applecart T.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00812569499485598060noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18772465.post-18091576148622583862014-12-15T22:52:00.000-06:002014-12-15T22:52:00.339-06:00Rough fieldWater galloping sea horse (sorrow) finally founda coral reef ofgrief to float within.
Tears taste like the concentrated ocean.
I called his phone; it’s in a crashed carbut still working 8 days (chanukah starts tomorrow) later . . .
I just wanted to hear his voicebecause he’s silenced, and now even his eyesare laid over with a strip of gauze.
Are others as weepful as I —
I can’t know, for I am notApplecart T.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00812569499485598060noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18772465.post-83439293040634453832014-12-14T21:32:00.000-06:002014-12-14T21:32:07.626-06:00Then there was December 7Becoming infamous again.
A Sunday drive for a Christmas tree
Turned into -- is it too dramatic a word?
A tragedy.
In part at least, and how far, still unknown.
Positive things to count,
Ornaments on the darkness:
No limbs lost,
No heads split wide open;
Death, specter hovering dressed in
Blood, over and over turned away.
So far.
And.
Sad.
Me.
For us.
For her.
For us.
Her.
Us.
Her.
Sad.
Hope Applecart T.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00812569499485598060noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18772465.post-86058600646109673062014-12-06T21:25:00.000-06:002014-12-06T21:26:04.090-06:00The social life of my anxietyIt doesn't have any friends to call to go along to a music event where my husband and people who are genuine and nice (and don't all happen to be the same race, Imagine That) and who he's known for ages will be for the next four hours.
It keeps pushing little panic attacks, out of nowhere, up into the worry-receptor of my brain, the deep, sharp kind of panics that don't feel like, "Oh, God, a Applecart T.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00812569499485598060noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18772465.post-58168267220570574432014-07-11T16:37:00.004-05:002015-01-17T13:55:13.334-06:00Last 39I don't know how Google products work any more. There are members to this blog? Does that put them in a Circle? When I go to the email account for this blog, it calls me by a name I made up for logging in to YouTube.
I have acquired too many 'friends' on Facebook, so that I can't say what I feel anymore. A couple of co-workers, a bunch of artists, family members . . .
Too much trouble to createApplecart T.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00812569499485598060noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18772465.post-48734854451511866122014-05-02T19:18:00.000-05:002014-05-02T19:18:04.771-05:00City birdsPost-dawn and pre-dusk, a woodpecker.
Not my tree, but near enough.
A heron flew over around 5 p.m., and on
Our way home from Aldi, a peregrine battled a red-tailed hawk
In view, west of our path down Charlotte.
Robins chase each other for territory in the
Maple tree, with its half-sized leaves of spring.
Of course, there is another starling family
In the eaves three floors up; nails only
Last Applecart T.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00812569499485598060noreply@blogger.com0