knotted like a rope...

drippy, washy fun

08.01.2008 - 5:10 p.m.

I've started with watercolors now. They are drippy and washy and fun. I am painting very ugly tulips. All I can paint lately are flowers.

I've written only one poem all summer. It hurts too much to write about New Mexico with it being so far away. I can't pretend to be Georgia O' ... She is so much more. I don't want to be Flannery O' ... she's so tragic and trapped.

I just want to write about pigments and sand and museums and red. And those things are so cliche... but it's all I've got right now.

It's Em's birthday this weekend. I painted him a cactus bloom. Tomorrow, I'll bake him a cake.

cryptic

08.01.2008 - 4:57 p.m.

It's too late for all that, you know. The ship has sailed and I'm different. I dream of a desert, now.

Enough of that, then. It's all I can say.