If you can’t spit it out before the driveway, just keep it to yourself. Forever. November 9, 2009

“three minutes left
if there’s anything you
want to say… you’ve got
three minutes… nothing? oKay
then.” the last exit.  the turn left.
torrents of smoke dance and shimmy like
ghosts above each chimney. two hands
on the wheel.  emergency brake
(symbolic?) divides us. we
are on sides. just three
minutes to decide. to
speak. to speak.
to speak.

there’s trees.
and leaves. and lies.
I plea on behalf of bodies 
and bark, headlights and dark.
i’m sinking further into the wet
ground- mouths melt hot and I’m falling
like Alice… drink me. trip on
roots. trip on the moon. put
my fingers into my mouth-
baby spoons dig, unearth
this girl who speaks
who speaks who
speaks too many words.

After a snowy early morning run at the end of 2008.  I actually remember this morning very, very well.  I’ve taken a pain pill for the horrible way my body feels this evening- I need sleep.  My spine feels wrung out.  I think it’s making me a little sleepy and sad- crazy and imaginative.  My bed is a pirate ship; we sail out at daybreak and ride through the painted sky on swollen clouds.  Night night.

Before this Fall October 28, 2009

I’m wary of trees

The leaves- when lush

with languid August rush- they

lie and lull

Make me stupid

beneath midnight canopy

beneath summer Cygnus, Lyra-

These fill and brim your silvered eyes

Flit the skies and play across

lips pressed like hands in prayer

What can I trust

when morning is on your tongue?

(like summer, you run-

-I remember)

shooting and stabbing,

sharp, so sweet

Make me stupid

until September

 

Eh, something I’m working on.  See, if I’m ‘working on it’, it means- do not criticize.  It also means I’ll shove it into my daily planner amid fifteen other short and long pieces that I’ll never get back to, and lately I feel vulnerable putting up long finished pieces.  Like running a race, you have to have an excuse afterwards for your performance, even if it’s a good one.  

Got a long way to go and a short time to get there.

The Halloween parade is tonight- I love Uniontown parades!

You’re What the Autumn Knew Would Happen… September 28, 2009

In true Angie-form, I’m perched at the countertop strewn with (late) bills, stirring dinner and, naturally, eating something rather vile…like…say…a humongous, primitavely hacked-off chunk of sharp cheddar cheese.  Oh, I do not disappoint, friends, I always give you the hardcore truth.  My dress pants are unbuttoned, too and my makeup is smeared…how ya like that?   I’m a domesticated Courtney Love.  I’ve not run since the marathon fiasco a week and two days ago.   And so here we go- another self-depricating blog about food, running, poetry, kids, nostalgia, and chaos in my life.  Come in, and don’t bother to take your shoes off because it’s been awhile since I’ve mopped!

It’s practically dark and it’s 7 o’clock.  WTH. 

Well, Laura urged me into finding a new venue for what started in 2006 as a (I’m embarrassed to use the word…) MYSPACE blog that I thought no one would read, but apparently I had a few followers who enjoyed my quiet desperation, random poems and penchant for poking fun at my soft belly.  I suppose, as I’ve been told, it even inspired a few people to start running and a couple of them even took it further by running some races- that’s awesome!  I hope I inspired a few to eat cheesecake, cereal and ice cream as well (the four food groups…minus Taco Bell)

I won’t overwhelm you with any melancholia at the moment or anything too deep- it’s just the first post, afterall- c’mon. 

You may be a mutual “facebook friend” of my husband’s and decided to check out my blog, hoping in guilty fascination to make sense of the wild, dispairing and ambiguous lyrics and updates he has been leaving.  I know a few of you even know what’s up because you messaged him.  Gossip getting set straight- yes,  my marriage is currently at the point of discontinuity.  I won’t go into detail but in this lovely no-secrets blog that I write more for my self-therapy than your amusement, I gotta put it on the dissecting table.  And likewise, leave comments publicly, please.  

Have to wrap this first one up….

~ My kids are doing great- thought Colby had MRSA (or as Violet calls is, Mrs. A) and spent the last couple of hours at MedExpress.  Colby at the home game last Friday with his Baritone… doesn’t he look excited?!  I know!

~ Colby is running 21′s in Cross County! Here’s Violet on Sat…

~ My next marathon is in 3 weeks and I am considering not running it or maybe running the half because I am exhausted in every way.   I ran a 4:2X  (not sure) last week at the Air Force Marathon.

~ Sometimes stress damages the appetite- not now- I am voracious.  Someone stop me- if it’s in my way, I eat it. 

~ Dale has lost a ton of weight and ran thirty miles last week as well as spends a lot of time at the Y- this is great but he has us worried.

Lastly, I’ve got to sort through my notebooks and post up some new poetry rambling I’ve created, but in the meantime, enjoy November 1968 by Adrienne Rich- I’m really digging this one right now (hence the post title)…  I LOVE IT

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/november-1968/