Running Woman 7

Got caught in the rain, so I only made 1.5 miles. I had to wait in the Gardens under a bridge on Burn. I looked up to see the clouds in black n white. Perfect photography weather. Of course, I'm cameraless and no longer plateless. Why does mother nature have to mess with my flow? I sprinted, mostly skipped, from tree to tree all the way home.

new ritual

my new favorite flower is the moth orchid. i bought one. i was in home depot, again, with the best of intentions. i passed by the screwdrivers, socket wrenches, & power tools that could "do the job" going straight for the green. i'm restless, so i bought one. a most striking purple. i tried to find the color on the internet and discovered orchid is a shade. didn't know. so i have this delicate little thing in an aqua marine mixed with sky blue bowl on a pretend antique wrought iron plant stand sitting at the foot of my bed. nice way to wake up. new ritual: buy something flowery when things just "don't work."

Plateless

My front license plate is missing. Not just missing, it's gone. Stolen. It happened in Brooklyn. Williamsburg, Brooklyn. Kids from nowhere, everywhere. Cops, too. No one can see. A hood is still a hood. And my bumper is totaly f*cked. The rest of the car, intact. I filed a report. It took longer than necessary. Precincts are slow. Clerks, slower. The female officer handling my case, she was cool. She had blue-gray eyes. They were the size of marbles. Caramel skin. A diamond ring. She took down two perps. Perps is short for perpetrators. Hit one with a club. The other, smashed his head against the pavement. Cuffed'em. She was tough. Alone. Blue-gray eyes like marbles. Her rotator cuff is f*cked though. F*cked Like my bumper. That's why she sits behind a desk. Sean Bell is not so innocent. People don't know. She said so. Rap sheets and a gun. But 30 shots is f*cked up, too. Everything is. My back plate is still there. That's all I know. Not for long. I'll be handing it in. A waiting room. For my number. Plateless. Alone.

telefono publico

On the edge in Medellin, Colombia. It was the only phone for miles.

Running Woman 6

my marachino-cherry-tomatoes sprouted some kind of sun-kissed wonderful leaving it's bright yellow imprint on puzzling petals. more reason to love the tulip in red.