Thursday, November 17, 2005

Ballard Facts

It is warmer in my fridge right now than my kitchen.

If you blow bubbles outside they shatter.

Ten, four year old boys in an art class ought to be illegal.

We now have hot water.

Poetry Northwest took “I am Talking of Fever.” the sequel “I am freezing my ass off in Minnesota” should be written soon.

Leo Busgali (the famous psycho-therapist) says we should embrace our own personal smell—it is truly overrated.

My neighbors left for Paris today. I wished them well and then hated them secretly.

I found writing cabins in Jamaica on the ocean (with a maid) for 35 dollars a night.

I hated my neighbors less.

Next week I find out if I won a National Endowment Award for the manuscript.

Then I am going to Paris.

I keep having dreams where I am walking through angels.

Last night the moon was full, the first snow on the ground and I felt like I was sleeping in a giant light bulb.

6 comments:

Anne said...

Ooh, congrats on Poetry Northwest! I just sent them some stuff (AND a subscription too), but I'm not holding my breath. Sounds like they are accepting some good stuff though, so I am looking forward to reading it.

Blair said...

First the hands now angels in your dreams... Maybe you are putting yourself into the hands of the protector spirits of the world.

early hours of sky said...

Thanks Anne, maybe we will be in together, that would be cool.

And Blair, I think I'm just warped but I like your idea better.

LKD said...

Walking through angels and sleeping in a giant light bulb are 2 of the very best bits of writing I've come across in some time.

Thank you for sharing them.

Artichoke Heart said...

Yes, I am smitten with your angels and giant light bulb as well. Stary warm . . . it's cold here, too.

Pirooz M. Kalayeh said...

4 boys in an art class is illegal. Didn't you get the memo?