there might be cake
home o’clock 

p guitar quietly in the sitting room
upstairs nine less quietly 

glad for sound and home 

less glad about the zombie thing on the tv in the ambient other noise 

hence my sit down in the kitchen

home o’clock

p guitar quietly in the sitting room
upstairs nine less quietly

glad for sound and home

less glad about the zombie thing on the tv in the ambient other noise

hence my sit down in the kitchen

tbridge:


This is my bartender friend Joe Madden. He left for work Monday and was last seen on the 1000 block of Kearney St NE in Washington DC and never made it to work that day at Brookland’s Finest three blocks away. He’s missing and we need to find him.
He’s 6’1”, 170lbs, brown hair, beard, green eyes, and is about the nicest guy you’ll ever meet.
Please help find him and share this post far and wide.
Thanks.

signal boost

tbridge:

This is my bartender friend Joe Madden. He left for work Monday and was last seen on the 1000 block of Kearney St NE in Washington DC and never made it to work that day at Brookland’s Finest three blocks away. He’s missing and we need to find him.

He’s 6’1”, 170lbs, brown hair, beard, green eyes, and is about the nicest guy you’ll ever meet.

Please help find him and share this post far and wide.

Thanks.

signal boost

Wihad helped us make this 
not sure how I feel about posting this here. overwhelmed by the generosity of p’s many communities.  it’s not been even a day yet since we posted it.
benefits in the works around the country.  grateful to many seen and unseen hands and hearts

Wihad helped us make this 

not sure how I feel about posting this here. overwhelmed by the generosity of p’s many communities.  it’s not been even a day yet since we posted it.

benefits in the works around the country.  grateful to many seen and unseen hands and hearts

true

saturday, walking down hill. doors windows on meeting street, just before north main. oddly warm day. exactly maybe a year of saturdays ago i’d been at a training at a building on campus of a saturday early day and also taken a walk to the mall.  this time, three days ago, to find a charcoal grey. charcoal gray sweater for p.  which I did do. 

and thought about s and his three years. odd, unexepected warm in the freakishly changed climate. walking outside. walking from campus.

walking through the other-air mall. looking.  listening.  hungry.  walk through the food court, plied with samples.  decision making avoided.  not hungry after the third tiny poultry thing on a toothpick with bonus running into people I’d never imagine to be at a mall at the mall.

and then labor and sweatshop and 40% off.  charcoal for him, a lighter shade of for me.  and walk to the tunnel and it’s hot and the bus and a disappointing cone from ben and jerry’s and a walk.

men. visiting.  musicians.  a luthier.  trainings all weekend.

exhaustion in my bones.  I write to a friend that i think I understand but then realize I don’t.  but maybe appreciate her days. so small a similarity but a glimpse into what it is to attend to the body and its unrelenting needs.

and sometimes touch.

and love.

what is wrong with us?  how complacent and complicit are we?
worked to death

what is wrong with us?  how complacent and complicit are we?

worked to death

(Source: theparisreview)

home

long day

I like being with the students. classes they teach, getting them ready. giving myself permission to find the balance between listening, guiding and straight up telling some things

wash in the washing thing, garden burger eaten with spinach thrown on top. this particular garden burger tastes like the notion of the smell of ass. bad garden maybe.

or one misbegotten idea of cheese or what or feet or ass

but people are hungry. it was in the freezer and I put it in the machine that makes things hot and job jobbed

home

long day

I like being with the students. classes they teach, getting them ready. giving myself permission to find the balance between listening, guiding and straight up telling some things

wash in the washing thing, garden burger eaten with spinach thrown on top. this particular garden burger tastes like the notion of the smell of ass. bad garden maybe.

or one misbegotten idea of cheese or what or feet or ass

but people are hungry. it was in the freezer and I put it in the machine that makes things hot and job jobbed

waiting for the bus to the site for registration. classes begin next week.

what we do. why we wake up and put on pants.

wine o’clock will wait.
or I will

it’s always wine o’clock somewhere darling

and home

and home

third of three this weekend

the semester unfolds 
why I love this piece of the work

third of three this weekend

the semester unfolds
why I love this piece of the work

no. you packed up a bunch of random paper plates from the back of the cupboard for workshop snacks this afternoon only to find your mother’s recipe for something on an errant styrofoam one

no. you packed up a bunch of random paper plates from the back of the cupboard for workshop snacks this afternoon only to find your mother’s recipe for something on an errant styrofoam one

odd thoughts. 

don’t mourn, organize 

when s died I cleaned out drawers. not what mother jones meant I’m fairly certain. 

and yet 

not living
in the past.

odd thoughts.

don’t mourn, organize

when s died I cleaned out drawers. not what mother jones meant I’m fairly certain.

and yet

not living
in the past.

three years ago at this intersection
the last time I heard s alive