myrrh

Time for a nice little [boring] post about all & sundry & miscellany. I have been busy, but everyone I know is so busy, and linear time is accelerating, and I am coiled up in my warm room, furs and thin cottons and red velvets and many surfaces softened by the color of pearl. It has been: wake up at 6AM, spend a few minutes whispering to the cats, wind my hair into some sort of nest (a friend said my hair is getting very "Antoinetty"), and work on a loosely tethered stack of poems while listening to music made of bells and hammers and spoons and brushes, that is a morning cyphoned. Speaking of Marie Antoinette, I can't wait until my hair is long enough to wear in a long cone full of feathers, like this:

I like the black mesh eye-mask she's wearing.

The rest I'll do in clumps of associations of actions/thoughts/movements/enjoyments, as I am already starting to fall asleep a little. Kundalini yoga classes. Kundalini means "coiled up" in Sanskrit, and it is about rousing the energy of your consciousness, which sits wrapped around your spine like a sleeping serpent. Sweet foods: vegan cupcakes, dark chocolate, rhubarb pie baked from scratch. The din of gamelan dinging. Scenting the apartment with thieved wildflowers. Brisk walks, smelling/feeling what is crushed underfoot. Large apples: Jazz, Braeburn, Pink Lady, sometimes I eat TWO a day! Dried cherries and ginger, soft Italian cheeses made from raw cow's milk. Little pickles. Whole almonds. New girlfriends, others more lost to me, but there is a grace in the reaching. Sharing manuscripts. The slight powder of the cherry blossoms. Pale surfaces, patterned palettes, and a tumbleweed named Terry.

Lv,
ADE