Monday, July 29, 2013

and so it begins

"Love consists in sharing what one has and what one is with those one loves.  
Love ought to show itself in deeds more than in words."
-St. Ignatius Loyola (1491-1556)   

fam week in bridgetown


i attended this baby shower over the weekend

funnin it up

fried chicken

she can whisk like it aint nobody's biz

cinderella kite redneck style

dad secretly enjoying flying cinderella kite

rouch & i went to see a psychic at this here maj southern gothic house

Thursday, July 25, 2013

stuff last week & this one / one week till i move to NOLA

maya angelou aka lucy loo / at the barn

there's no place like home except for the barn!

aunty's girl

flippin ya fins ya don't get too far

these crazies

don't juggle lemons 

old maid papi?

Friday, July 19, 2013

Monday, July 15, 2013

PARDONNE-MOI : in honor of NAPOMO back in APR, Caleb Klaces did a write up of LIKESTARLINGS collabs he enjoyed : he ends his piece with a look at MARA VAHRATIAN & my collab from FEB 2013

One Line Leads to Another

One of the many interesting effects of these poems is how they sensitize you to the sound effects in other poems. After rereading Detorie & Drescher’s sequence I came back to the exchange by Shelly Taylor & Mara Vahratian with new ears. Taylor’s final poem begins with a rich and complex pattern of sounds:
Near worldly was that house fixed not so far off you could fire
to fathom that infernal shrill was mother’s tarrying,
baby girl herself two eves down her childhood home. Its memory leaves
a weight, turn it around in the light, a no-town.
Snow globes expose ice skaters in a pleasant city within.
Taylor & Vahratian’s sequence, like Blanchfield & Siken’s, feels all of a piece. Although the poems were written in correspondence rather than in collaboration, their syntax is similarly crammed and cramped, and the language both ornate and vernacular. The poems follow one another with voices trapped in a place wanting to leave. Planning. Packing. Locked into a network of relationships—-yet there is always a sense of rapid movement in the beautifully controlled lines. Vahratian’s second poem ends:
Hey sandcherry choke rising, dunes
the beam of his back—-rank archer and you learn to sidle wary
but sweet. The whole country divvied by blocks or fields to face
perhaps tear-downs save the chimneys and seaboards:
a ditch, crouching girl lies in wait. All spent
junklot and aster-eyed the half-explanation.


Sunday, July 14, 2013

forgot one stinkin cute photo

fixing & dipping plates, fixing to do this & that, shooting guns, four wheelers, country stuff / my busy fun july week with annie in ga/fl

talk ab a beach setup

4 wheeler funs

rifle action

mama's doing a lil frying - 9 diff dishes, 3 fried


poor gators


annie git yr gun

southern grammars

slept 11 hours...........................................hallo tin roof rain sunday afternoon

Monday, July 8, 2013

i had a birthday & so did frida kahlo & so did the world have one more national fried chicken day it's all so perf & timely you see // michi annie k arrives in JAX tmrw // pics coming...

rocky:  bad man

maya the bee / rainy barn day

sickie kitties / couch time

father: grillmaster

these hookers are starting to come to me