Archive for December, 2004

The Sun

Tuesday, December 28th, 2004

The sun has just come out of the clouds after a long, long hiatus. While snow has a brightness that is in some ways as blinding and as brilliant as the sun’s, ultimately living things have a bigger need for the sun and its power. The appearance of the sunlight brings the end to a […]

Grammar and spiced pistachios

Monday, December 27th, 2004

I just spent a steady hour with a red pen (I don’t usually use a red pen, but I felt a bit peevish) dancing, sliding and hopping through two English Literature students’ graduate theses on Midsummer Night’s Dream and something by D.H. Lawrence I have never read. The smell of coffee grounds scooped into an […]

Letters

Thursday, December 16th, 2004

Snow is a letter sent by my father and in it he writes: Drop words And chase after snow monkeys, the ones whose tails are on fire, still their screams in thermal waters, and lull the broken animals to sleep inside your arms underneath the glass dome of light. Om. My own letters write the […]

Sunset and honeybees

Friday, December 10th, 2004

The dusty blues and greys of the sky, of the clouds, and of the buildings slowly dissolve into each other and in a few minutes all we see will become indistinguishable, except that trees turn blacker sooner than the rest of the world, at least now, right after sundown. (P.S. I returned from the bottom […]

Parachutes

Thursday, December 9th, 2004

How many entries will be about snow? Even I am beginning to wonder, but really it is the dominant aspect of my life these days. It determines when and where I can go and it determines whether I reach my destination. Thank god for four-wheel drive. I am enjoying the safari (well, the arctic safari?) […]

Foot on the brake

Friday, December 3rd, 2004

Although I shouldn’t be slowing down yet, I find I am physically feeling a bit lazy; no, I had better say I finally have the time to feel the exhaustion in my bones. The two online grad classes are done, but now I am the appointed official organizer for a three-day English intensive retreat and […]

Crosby, Minnesota

Wednesday, December 1st, 2004

A small painting I did while in Crosby, Minnesota (my dad’s hometown) back in 2001, a few weeks before I met my lovely luv. I used this image as paradise for the last hyperlink in a poem I wrote in the voice of an old Ainu woman, but I am not content yet, suspect I […]

Throats and noses

Wednesday, December 1st, 2004

Both little man (LM) and I have caught colds, so intermittently during the night LM awoke to complain about it…not much I could do but offer him juice (which he refused) and pat his back (which he preferred). He also developed his first real snore around five a.m.. He sounded like the one of those […]

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