i don't remember

shed your assumptions, originally uploaded by McBeth.

I don't remember
how to say your name
anymore.

I stretch the edges of my mouth
Wide,
to accommodate the broad aah
of your vowels
but my throat emits a moan,
a coarse static,
as though I have tuned you in
between channels.

You died
disengaged
then I died
and died
and died
until I realized I could no longer die,
until I realized I had to begin breathing again.

And now,
I don't remember
how to say your name.

origami

two cups of wealth, originally uploaded by McBeth.

I'm learning how to make origami to remember my Grandfather, who died in January of 2002.

These two cups were created by using one of my grandfather's canceled checks - this one written on May 1, 1995 to Oneota Housing in the amount of $170.00.


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oh, how I dislike this

Dear Reader,

Those ugly little waste of time people who create and spread spam have found their way into my blog. That nice confirmation code feature seemed to work for quite a long time and I've appreciated it, but their bored little bots have started ramping it up and I don't much appreciate their activity.

No big deal really (other than the question that buzzes persistently like a flood plain mosquito, "Why?"), but for now I have switched the commenting options over to *moderate*, which means that if you choose to leave a comment - and I do hope you will continue to do so - you'll probably get some sort of message that reads "your post will not immediately appear, blah blah blah".

I'm not doing this whole ridiculous moderating thing for the ego trip or for the hassle of being hassled, but I do hope you'll understand that that spam garbage really can start to put a kink into one's happiness and contentment and I, for one, am not willing to coexist with either trolls or spam unless it is imperative. I'm not thrilled about changing the commenting options to *moderate*, and I apologize if this seems like an extra step for you, but I'm willing to take sensible precautions to prevent further infestation. Dig?

time

I cannot promise very much.
I give you the images I know.
Lie still with me and watch.
We laugh and we touch.
I promise you love. Time will not take that away.

-- Anne Sexton