Inkysocks: Padding around with socks and pen
Monday, November 30, 2015
Monday, September 14, 2015
5776! Although things around the world are dismal (or apocalytpic, depending on your lens), New Years Days are useful and significant props--mostly for feeling hopeful. We hope for a year of health and happiness and personal transformation, knowing the year starts tomorrow, which means we could really wish that for ourselves on any day of the year, starting tomorrow.
Friday, August 28, 2015
The gesture
was much too grand and flamboyant for me to retract,
to simply fold oneself up origami-style and pretend to be a quieter woman with
blonde hair who suffers migraines elegantly and barely speaks, who leaves half a piece of toast on the counter because she forgets about it
(air signs). I had grossly miscalculated this romance.
Friday, February 6, 2015
Words Claude says
cracker
backpack
baby
nose
mouth
ow
up
off
shoes ("ooshes")
kiwi
box
peas
horse
lila
mama
vava
bath
night-night
hi
bye-bye
hat
more
Wednesday, November 26, 2014
A domestic fox--one I could take for walks in the snow. I dream of this.
Once, a baby fox approached me in the woods. It was summertime in Saratoga Springs, and I knew my encounter was good luck, if not love. At dinner, someone official stood up and warned the artists, 'Beware of the rabid fox in the woods. It's crazy.'
Tuesday, October 7, 2014
Saturday, September 13, 2014
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