The cat calls for her dinner.
On the porch I bend and pour
brown soy stars into her bowl,
stroke her dark fur.
It's not quite night.
Pinpricks of light in the eastern sky.
Above my neighbor's roof, a transparent
moon, a pink rag of cloud.
Inside my house are those who love me.
My daughter dusts biscuit dough.
And there's a man who will lift my hair
in his hands, brush it
until it throws sparks.
Everything is just as I've left it.
Dinner simmers on the stove.
Glass bowls wait to be filled
with gold broth. Sprigs of parsley
on the cutting board.
I want to smell this rich soup, the air
around me going dark, as stars press
their simple shapes into the sky.
I want to stay on the back porch
while the world tilts
toward sleep, until what I love
misses me, and calls me in.
- "On the Back Porch" by Dorianne Laux, from Awake
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Monday, February 23, 2009
Like Day and Night
"He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace; I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee. I said his heaven would be only half alive; and he said mine would be drunk: I said I should fall asleep in his; and he said he could not breathe in mine, and began to grow very snappish. At last, we agreed to try both, as soon as the right weather came; and then we kissed each other and were friends."
- Emily Bronte from "Wuthering Heights" (1847)
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
And For This Right I Would Fight?
"I wonder, among all the tangles of this mortal coil, which one contains tighter knots to undo, and consequently suggests more tugging, and pain, and diversified elements of misery, than the marriage tie."
- Edith Wharton, American Author(1862-1937)
Saturday, February 07, 2009
Eventually Yours,
"I'm not afraid to die, I just don't want to be there when it happens."
- Woody Allen
Ain't Got Time to Die
"To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else."
- Emily Dickinson
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