Saturday, January 26, 2008

One year ago today,
the first loose piece of Los Angeles tipped in to this site.

Saturday, January 12, 2008

Women have served all these centuries as looking-glasses possessing the magic and delicious power of reflecting the figure of a man at twice its natural size. - Virginia Woolf

Tuesday, January 8, 2008

A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman's birthday but never remembers her age. - Robert Frost

Saturday, January 5, 2008

Love looks through a telescope; envy, through a microscope.
- Josh Billings

Friday, January 4, 2008

To want to write, but to lack words.
More accurately, to lack some
thing to feel.

This unpainted
desk, cars outside
proving themselves on the hill,
smoke from burning fields
slipping unnoticed under the sun
until someone drowns
in his own breath.
To listen for some wind.

To feel responsible for listening
and to be unmoved, an air sock
limp as an unfilled dunce's cap
waiting some change in the weather,
something full as the river
you fished last weekend
without luck

and then swimming saw
the whitefish
grazing on stones

the flickering trout steady
as mobiles suspended
on more levels
than you thought water
could contain.

- Ingrid Wendt, "Feeling Dry"