Thursday, November 20, 2014

Go here to read my responses to three questions concerning Dipstick (Diptych).  

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

When I was in the Atlanta airport I picked up Carlos Santana's new autobiography, The Universal Tone.  I'm relishing it.  As I type this I'm listening to Santana Live at the Fillmore, an astonishingly beautiful album of live jams recorded in late 1968.

In late '68 I was 15 years old and listening to other things. I caught up eventually, but then I'm still playing catch-up in many ways.


Ketchup. Catsup.


Freak flagon.


Still feeling punched in the gut by my sister's death.  Tears are set off by the smallest things--a news story, a stray thought--whatever.  I'm grieving.

Amy cheated death so many times over the last 25 years, It's hard to believe she's gone.  She was a strong, brave girl.

I'm struggling to return to routines.  Have been doing a lot of housework and yardwork.  Hoping I can find a way back to thinking/writing soon.


Monday, November 10, 2014

This is what I read at Amy's memorial:

Life is messy, knotty.  Each of us is made up of braided strands of good and evil, compassion and indifference.

I believe that laughter can help sort our messes, help loosen our knots.

Amy and I didn’t, as adults, get to spend as much time together as we would have liked; but when we did get together, we laughed!

Often at family gatherings when our Mom would start to laugh, Amy and I would catch one another’s eye, nod and—sometimes in unison, sometimes in a raggedy asthmatic harmony—begin to draw deep raspy breaths.  Something like this… uhhhh!!!

This would cause Mom to laugh uncontrollably.  She’d laugh until she cried, she’d laugh until it hurt.  Amy and I were co-conspirators in our Mother’s laughter.  It was a beautiful, cathartic thing and one of my favorite family memories.

I’ve cried a lot over the last several weeks.  I’m probably not done crying, but I’m not done laughing either. 

I hope all of you—family and friends—will find it in your hearts to remember Amy with a smile & perhaps a rollicking belly laugh as you reflect on a special moment you had with her.

I want to conclude by saying: uhhhh!

Emotionally and physically spent after returning from my sister's memorial in Colorado.  A day of travel, another day with family and Amy's friends, then another day of travel.  I'm glad I did it, but it was exhausting.


Sunday, November 2, 2014

My song for Amy is up at the issue of Truck which La Bella Anny Ballardini is currently assembling.
The first issue of Jean Vengua's new journal, Local Nomad, is up!!    And I'm happy to have a little something in it.

Thursday, October 30, 2014

My sister passed away this evening.  Amy, rest in peace.