oatmeal and champagne

if you do anything this summer...

read Tom Robbins!

I've read three books so far- still life with woodpecker, skinny legs and all, and im half-way through fierce invalids home from hot climates.
His flowery language and tendency to toy with paradox keep me giggling and gasping and going back for more.
I read in one of his interviews that he'd cited Sinatra's "Under My Skin" as a major influence in both his world view and his work. A balancing act between playfulness and extreme emotional passion. That floored me. Tom and Frank. Cozy, romantic, and ample in lessons on love.

live from the flying cat cafe

if wildness covers the colors you sense how could you think that god has no friends

day off

today is the first of nineteen in which i've been free from work.
the sun is out and i am in it, in-hand my favorite mug, brimming, lulled by the big rain drops that topple endlessly from leaky gutters- sending the leaves below bouncing, or ping-pang'ing off the recycled aluminum cans out back.
The air is soaked in the smell of soil and manure, and it's so still it can hardly carry the bird's voices as they sing out against the sighing sun. I can feel the world slowing, steady.. the dizziness subsiding and i am warm with this perception of simply being.

sarah and her private parts.

i'm full of bees.

rain rain rain rain. go away.