When I was Ottawa 

I ran free through the glade, forests brilliant with greens

cradles of deep red, russet, purple, yellow, gold-- corn high to my forehead--I took your hand,

residents of earth we were, our mother like the sounds of wind

in my trees, birch, pine, spruce, mapl… Read full post »

I am joyfully spending more time reading other writer's posts than thinking about my own. Open Salon is an amazing array of gifted, talented and intelligent thinkers and writers and as I peruse the site, clicking from blog to blog, I am learning, I am growing and I am really appreciating… Read full post »

Yesterday I almost made it outside for a walk

but my knee creaked and groaned and told me

No.

Today I think I am almost making it for a walk

but fear sits like a loaf of bread inside my gut.… Read full post »

May Chicago Open Salon Meet Up, per Specular's suggestion:

MAY 15--FRIDAY--6:00 ONWARDS 

Editorial Review of Arco de Cuchilleros

photo: Kate Schwartz

Sometimes you want a restaurant that has a giant table, booze by the pitcher and lots of dishes to nibble on. In othe/… Read full post »

In twelve years, according to glacial scientists, most of the earth's glaciers will start melting. 75% of the world's water sources come from our glaciers, and yet it is predicted that the world's largest glaciers will melt by 2030, and some of our most important glaciers in Mont… Read full post »

 more is more.

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These are a few of the photos from our rockin time at Lula's . More to come! 

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We had 12 people--count'em TWELVE, to our celebration at Lula's in Logan Square! I will be posting the pictures tomorrow--borrowed daughter's camera and she forgot to give me plug in for computer--however, we rocked out! We had a blast and never stopped talking and talking and eating and drinking and… Read full post »

My dream: to f**** Muammar Abu Minyar al-Gaddafi and have absolutely no repercussions. A one night stand with the worse molesting Arab nationalist on the planet. I like to live dangerously. Of course, the Muammar I want to revel through a passionate, glorious, messy and… Read full post »

Put us in your map!

 This is the curse and blessing of being human: tears fall while we visualize the false, the true, the joy, the chaos, the pain--sometimes all at once. Life is a diamond ring and a tarnished old heirloom worth nothing--depending on the moment, the mood, the intensity of life moment to moment.… Read full post »

         He moved through the room in his self-contained manner. The walls were lined with people engaged in earnest conversation, corners were filled with the present sound of laughter, conversation bits, presence of human flesh perfumed, the s… Read full post »

April 16, next Thursday is the One Year Birthday of Open Salon. I'm in Chicago. Any other Chicago-land OS'ers want to pick a place and join me for a celebration?

I am a freeloader off my daughter. Now that I have been laid off from my part time extremely abusive horrible shaming telemarketing position in a large mid-western non-profit theatre in downtown Chicago (I am making it purposely easy for readers to figure out which theatre this is), a pla… Read full post »

Miraculum

Yesterday I thought

death was only 2 weeks away.

Well, the crash sound of loud city

music ear loft making me fly,

I’ve got time!

Write some train lush on the

poetry line, watch for the lake stop… Read full post »

I hate people--unlike you--ubiquitous you, that is--I assume that you who are reading this like to pretend that people are great. Or maybe you really think they are! That baffles me even more. 

I am an extreme EXtrovert in spite of that, so I end up embroiled in all these… Read full post »

I am the mother on Facebook

That every child fears

I stalk them late at night

And in the morning too.

Nothing is hidden from

the beady mother's eyes

and even the latest club date

is now certainly no surprise.  Read full post »

I was planning on posting a series of articles on how graduate school ruined my life, which is certainly true, but I realized that before I tackle that rather large project,I ought to address some other more immediate things. Like death. Not that I am aware that I am going to… Read full post »

This is a piece I posted on my own blog on blogspot some months ago. I thought I would repost it hear and share it with a new set of readers.

 I sat at Thanksgiving table as the disrespected (somewhat shamed, even) Elder of a group of Gen-X Thirty-Something's who,… Read full post »

“Don’t say it hasn’t been because it hasn’t been….” My father would say to me just before leaving on some long or short trip; mine or his. Our experiences were different but our public understanding of the technological logistics of leave taking we… Read full post »

Blackberry Limbs

To Seamus Heany

We live in the land of liars--

cyclops individuals with the dreadful eyes behind

the one eye.

The oneeye magic seeing thing saying to us:

“will you offer the votive limb to the healer God?”… Read full post »

TUESDAY, JANUARY 6, 2009

Contrary to popular opinion, The Poet of Logan Square actually writes poetry once in a while. Here is a sample of some:

Ottowa Song

We were not young

It was massacre

But the end was coming

Later.

We are still here.… Read full post »

Inauguration Day is my 60th Birthday. I can remember President Kennedy's inauguration so many years ago and for some reason I feel that this one has a certain likeness. I told my family and friends that if McCain got elected I was leaving the country for Ireland. When Nixon got elected… Read full post »