Three things I am wearing right now
1 – t shirt
2 – shorts
3 – silver earring
Three things on my desk
1 – WWII Navy fighting knife (I was researching its value)
2 – Nunzilla
3 – wireless router
Three things I want to do before I die
1 – Go back to Europe
2 – move to NYC
3 – get off medications (fat chance)
Three ways to describe my personality
1 – scattered
2 – reclusive
3 – arrogant
Three bad things about my personality
1 – easily angered
2 – I keep anger bottled up
3 – don’t deal well with conflict
Three good things about my personality
1 – creative
2 – funny
3 – down deep, caring
Parts of my heritage
1 – Mescalero Apache
2 – Italian
3 – Massachusetts
Three places I want to go to
1 – West Africa
2 – Russia
3 – San Francisco
Three nicknames I had/have
1 – Tony
2 – Orbit
3 – Downtown
Three screen names I had/have
1 – chyslerpoet
2 – chrysler77
3 – penitente
Three people I miss
1 – Julie
2 – Terry
3 – Tara
Dark Matter 
April 20th, 2004 at 8:45 am
RE: Meme o’threes
Meme o’ threes
Three things I am wearing right now
1 – black sleevless mock turtle neck
2 – a blue patterned skirt
3 – cute socks
Three things on my desk
1 -Paper mache flower
2 – 4 books I want to check out
3 – shelving ticket box
Three things I want to do before I die
1 – Buy a house
2 – “build” a garden sanctuary
3 – visit Stone Henge
Three ways to describe my personality
1 – kooky
2 – passionate
3 – emotional
Three bad things about my personality
1 – I tend to get my feelings hurt easily
2 – I jump to conclusions
3 – sometimes I am withdrawn
Three good things about my personality
1 – caring
2 – fun
3 – generous
Parts of my heritage
1 – German
2 – Welsh/Irish/Scottish/British
3 – Italian/French
Three places I want to go to
1 – Venice
2 – British Isles
3 – Spain
Three nicknames I had/have
1 – A
2 – Aims (My sister calls me that)
3 – Aimsley ( High school nickname that JW still calls me by)
Three screen names I had/have
1 – Glitterpoet
2 – Peleverse
3 – Cocoaverse
Three people I miss
1 – Grandmom
2 – Billy
3 – Dee
April 20th, 2004 at 8:45 am
RE: Meme o’threes
Meme o’ threes
Three things I am wearing right now
1 – black sleevless mock turtle neck
2 – a blue patterned skirt
3 – cute socks
Three things on my desk
1 -Paper mache flower
2 – 4 books I want to check out
3 – shelving ticket box
Three things I want to do before I die
1 – Buy a house
2 – “build” a garden sanctuary
3 – visit Stone Henge
Three ways to describe my personality
1 – kooky
2 – passionate
3 – emotional
Three bad things about my personality
1 – I tend to get my feelings hurt easily
2 – I jump to conclusions
3 – sometimes I am withdrawn
Three good things about my personality
1 – caring
2 – fun
3 – generous
Parts of my heritage
1 – German
2 – Welsh/Irish/Scottish/British
3 – Italian/French
Three places I want to go to
1 – Venice
2 – British Isles
3 – Spain
Three nicknames I had/have
1 – A
2 – Aims (My sister calls me that)
3 – Aimsley ( High school nickname that JW still calls me by)
Three screen names I had/have
1 – Glitterpoet
2 – Peleverse
3 – Cocoaverse
Three people I miss
1 – Grandmom
2 – Billy
3 – Dee
April 18th, 2004 at 8:04 pm
It’s the title of an old poem of mine.
First thing I ever wrote that made me understand what it really, REALLy meant to be a poet, back in the early ’80s. I had been writing since the early 70s, but it took me until this poem to really understand myself as an artist.
CHRYSLER
I hear his Chrysler
crunching up the driveway and I toss
my cigarette into the gravel, since we are
supposed to be quitting. As we load the scatterguns
into the truck we both lie
about the day before, boasting about not smoking,
saying we don’t even miss nicotine.
All morning long we lie in the blind, blasting and rejoicing
when we kill. When the hunt is over we go home
and my girls come running out to meet us, calling first his name
and then mine, hanging off of our knees as we
carry the quarry to the front porch.
We sit for two hours with Martha and Emily
while he plays my guitar, I think, better than I ever will. Once the girls
have run off we have more coffee and he says to me:
”So…is it all you thought it would be, now that you’ve settled down?”
And I say
nothing, until I can come up with
some half-obvious ghost of a facsimile of
some half-obvious half-truth, and then I say:
”Sure. Best thing I ever did. I feel right about it.”
And we sit for another half hour,
watching each other not smoking,
while the morning’s blood is drying and old habits
crust over the distance I half-believe lies between us.
We keep silent, thinking
of the children.
April 18th, 2004 at 8:04 pm
It’s the title of an old poem of mine.
First thing I ever wrote that made me understand what it really, REALLy meant to be a poet, back in the early ’80s. I had been writing since the early 70s, but it took me until this poem to really understand myself as an artist.
CHRYSLER
I hear his Chrysler
crunching up the driveway and I toss
my cigarette into the gravel, since we are
supposed to be quitting. As we load the scatterguns
into the truck we both lie
about the day before, boasting about not smoking,
saying we don’t even miss nicotine.
All morning long we lie in the blind, blasting and rejoicing
when we kill. When the hunt is over we go home
and my girls come running out to meet us, calling first his name
and then mine, hanging off of our knees as we
carry the quarry to the front porch.
We sit for two hours with Martha and Emily
while he plays my guitar, I think, better than I ever will. Once the girls
have run off we have more coffee and he says to me:
”So…is it all you thought it would be, now that you’ve settled down?”
And I say
nothing, until I can come up with
some half-obvious ghost of a facsimile of
some half-obvious half-truth, and then I say:
”Sure. Best thing I ever did. I feel right about it.”
And we sit for another half hour,
watching each other not smoking,
while the morning’s blood is drying and old habits
crust over the distance I half-believe lies between us.
We keep silent, thinking
of the children.
April 18th, 2004 at 7:57 am
Where did Chrysler come from?
April 18th, 2004 at 7:57 am
Where did Chrysler come from?