the_glass_fell_and_smashed blueberries i reached, as i saw it falling, but i was not quick enough. down it went, bumped by a villianous cat. it broke into several pieces, the last keepsake of our days in the other country. the glass you drank meridian from. it was sad, sweeping it up, throwing it away. i couldn't do it. so i decided to keep the pieces. in the spring, i'll stick them in black mortar and make a stepping stone for the kitefield garden. sunlight can dance off the surface like it did in your smile. 020109 ... ilovepatsajak that's beauty 020109 ... ever dumbening i waited tables in new_orleans, at cuco's, commanders_palace, and mike's on the avenue. i didn't hit my mental, physical, and waiter's stride until mike's. at mike's, on certain nights, i found myself with superhuman abilities. mind: centered. hands: lightning-quick. heart: quiet, understanding. i could deal with anything, mental or emotional, but here i am concerned with my hands. there was nothing in the restaurant that would touch the ground those nights. recently, my tai chi teacher described a distension of time (arising from being present), where an incoming punch was a lazy sweep of an elephant's ear. i have seen time. i have seen it misbehave. and on those nights, well before knowing it intellectually, my hands would slide down ______________over . . .now . .here. a knife, a glass, a sprig of cilantro; it didn't matter, for nothing would touch the ground on those nights. i would turn to andrea, or stacy, or glenn and say: i am fucking ON tonight, baby. 020111 ... god you are psychic 020111 ... kelli crane while i was blow-drying my dog in the bathroom 020112 ... ass facely dogs are hot 020112 ... kelli crane my dog is hot 020113 ... fred hydrochloric dogs, goats, grandma 020113 ... birdmad that was wonderful, blueberries. 020113 ... carne de metal Its only plastic from now on. 020206 ... sab and the pieces pointed the way the wax never lies and the broken_crockery_promises are all in tears stepping stones of glass and blood and jill came tumbling after 050705 ... jane we no longer had to tiptoe around worrying about it 050705 what's it to you? who go blather from