Poem (The day gets slowly started) The day gets slowly started. A rap at the bedroom door, bitter coffee, hot cereal, juice the color of sun which isn’t out this morning. A cool shower, a shave, soothing Noxzema for razor burn. A bed is made. The paper doesn’t come until twelve or one. A gray shine out the windows. “No one leaves the building until those scissors are returned.” It’s that kind of a place.…
What if you are really not who people perceive you to be? Then what?
Maybelline is always touted as the best mascara. Even stacked up against higher priced, more organic, no matter, it comes up the winner in every magazine. Do you know why? Marketing. That’s right because honestly the mascara SUCKS. Once again, I tried it, this time Maybelline Great Lash BIG because I read in Oprah that it is great. It is not. The mascara smears. It doesn’t smear when you try to clean it off, it…
In this information age, I feel information overload and am thinking of taking the god totems from my dreams up on a three day hiatus away from any information. Someone brought David Houle to my attention yesterday. He’s a futurist and he says we are leaving the information age and entering the Shift Age – get ready for the new world. I’d love to be a futurist instead of I’m an archivist of what happened…
Last night, I glanced up at the Miami sky and saw a beautiful fat crescent moon and last night in my inability to sleep I counted shrimp, oil coated shrimp. And wild dreams ensued. I dreamed that we dug a hole for a pool in the back yard but someone came to tell me they found little people there. I came outside to find a ragged mother and child, with very dark skin, on their…
Ever since Tin has come into my life, I have a bias towards his brown skin and his face. There is study on CNN that says children have a positive bias towards white skin no matter what their race. In one of the first year books it says that children naturally prefer their own race up until they are six months old. Here’s what I say there is a lot of study that shows this…
Headed to Miami where I was born, little Havana. I was a child of the revolution, or rather a babe, having been born two months after Cuba ceded control to Castro. I was born in Miami where my family fled. Who knew at the time what was going to happen. When I get to Miami, I always think of my cousins – my dad’s cousins, the fun part of our family. And I think of…
Geese were floating in the water when Loca, Heidi and I passed them this morning, but they came out of the water and hissed at Heidi for no good reason. I told the dogs, “Silly goose, we weren’t bothering them.” Then we were coming down the bayou and a big Hummer was honking its horn at a gaggle of ducks who refused to go one way or the other. I told the dogs, “Funny ducks.”…
I went out to Ralph’s on the Park with T to have a quick drink and see her alone – given our family situation, these moments are hard to find. We decided to take our moments in an evening walk with the dogs but we have to wait till she can actually walk since her knee is still in recovery. Ralph’s was deserted except for some weird late night rally happening in the park and…