Beat

Pale, pale hair, spiked hair, paler skin. A short black jacket bearing the word Corrupted.
Passed him as I walked to the spot that I had chosen.
He waited for the train a yard or two away. Waited behind me. Waited next to me again.
We walked toward the train when it came. I looked at his profile. His nose had a bump. Not as big of a bump as I remembered, but it was enough. We ended up next to each other, in the center, on either side of a pole, facing the same direction.

You remind me of someone I used to know, I say.
A couple seconds pass.
Where are you from? I ask.
Sweden, he says.
The train moves with us, and I look toward the window.
Was he a good person or a bad person? he asks.
Beat.
A good person.
Slight pause. He inclines his head toward me, leans closer. What?
A good person, I say louder, more distinctly.
Silence. I hook my arm around the pole, rest, one leg braced, the other bent, content, rocking forward and back. He holds on with one hand, above my elbow, below my head.

Tone poem (audio)

Tone poem

Blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue Flying Angels blue Flying blue blue blue Flying Angels blue blue blue blue

Flying Angels blue

blue Flying Angels blue spread wings blue blue blue blue

wings blue blue spread wings blue blue Flying Angels spread wiiiiiiiiings

blue blue blue blue

WINGS! blue blue blue they spread WINGS! blue blue blue blue



flying angels

blue wings fly fly fly (fly fly)

soar flying angels soar Soar flying angels soar Soar flying angels in the

flying angels in the

flying angels in the blue blue Blue blue blue blue Blue blue skyyyyy

COMFORT ME! flying angels in the Blue! blue blue blue


Flying! in the Blue!

Flying!

Flying loooooooow. Flying looooooooow. ww. w. wrrhrrrrrhrhrhrhrflyingHIGH! in the blue blue blue blue blueHIGH!flyingHIGH! COMFORT ME!


I miss you

miss you

flying angels

I

miss

You

flying angels

You flying angels in the blue flying angels in the blue


in the blue flying angels in the blue flying angels in the blue

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Plant Sex

Let me introduce you to the awesome Laura Beth Resnick, a farmer whom I have had the honor of knowing since 2003. She keeps a blog about farming, plants, and food at http://vegetarianadventure.wordpress.com/; her blog is a fun and insightful record of anecdotes, facts, and recipes that both provides a window into the life of a farmer and strengthens the reader's connection to what we consume on a daily basis.

Most recently, Laura Beth has started writing about GMOs--Genetically Modified Organisms. A sequence of blog posts will take readers through various topics related to plants and how humans influence their growth and reproduction. And I am illustrating!

Read away!

Happy Birthday, Dad

Happy birthday to my truly amazing father.

Tu biShvat poem

The pitless pit

In softening skin
thick unfertile darkness
waits for something
some thing

Sunday night poem

I got out of the shower today.
Water beaded down my forehead.
I looked like a princess.

A good read

http://religion.blogs.cnn.com/2012/01/28/my-faith-what-people-talk-about-before-they-die/?hpt=hp_c1
Thanks to Maytal for bringing my attention to this post.