Posts Tagged ‘body’
Protected: poem
Posted in Poems, my own, tagged Blue, body, daughter, death, ice, mother, poetry, Sylvia Plath, water, Werner Herzog, writing, yoga on December 4, 2012|
new poem
Posted in Poems, my own, tagged body, eating, food, hunger, Indian cuisine, San Diego, water, weight on November 9, 2012| Leave a Comment »
I can’t remember the last time I wrote a poem.
I’ve been working on a couple of manuscript submissions among a few other things. I suspect once I’m back home and done with my deadline, I’ll write again.
Without further ado….
All You Can Eat
The city’s grime on my hands,
my feet
I hike my leg into the sink
watch the dark water
rinse down the drain
no homeless
no bikes
no traffic
just me
and my feet
I wonder how long
before I am obese
like the man picking a quarter cup of coffee
out of the garbage
all I can eat
every day
I’ll go
and stay
for 2 hours
4 kheers after 3 servings of chicken tikka
I’ve eaten enough
now straight to the source
I’ll fill the bowl
with rice pudding and rose petals
and soak
no more food
time to starve
time
cracked rib?
Posted in Saturday, tagged art, body, cracked rib?, Liberty Natural Products, pain, skeleton on June 16, 2012| 7 Comments »
I think I have one.
A fact about me: I’ve never broken a bone in my body. I don’t think anything is broken, but I also don’t think it’s simple bruising.
I am right-handed and it’s my right side, but this (sitting, typing) isn’t bothering me at all. It’s more the cumulative overdoing. I think I can blog.
Happened Thursday and has gotten progressively more painful and limiting. But maybe it’s more painful because I still went to yoga class Thursday evening. I couldn’t do much cobra, but I did everything else. Friday, I can’t remember much of what I did.
Annie has been sick and awake in the middle of the night needing all sorts of things, so that doesn’t help. Two nights in-a-row so far. I’ve still been fighting off a weird virus myself, on-again, off-again. A mild cough, pathetic actually, it’s so small.
Ibuprofin and aspirin and ice packs. When I feel better, I do a lot. I hate to be too lazy. Okay, I used to hate to be lazy but that was before I started my blog.
Now will try to soak in those good Dead Sea salts I buy cheap from a company in Oregon. I have been buying my massage oils and essential oils and Dead Sea salts from them for over 20 years. I can’t say I’m crazy about their website, but I can say I’m crazy about their selection and prices.
I don’t have any birch oil, but birch oil is good for aches and pains. Now you know.
Here is a skeleton for you. 
Protected: Poetry Jam XXVII
Posted in Poems, my own, Poetry Jam, tagged body, husband, OCCUPY WALL STREET!, OWS, politics, Right Wing Noise Machine, sex, space, vagina on December 15, 2011|
