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Archive for December, 2008

Christmas Pix

Ignore: the half finished floor in the front room.
Ignore: the half lit Christmas tree (thanks kitty-meow)
Ignore: my shitty photography, I can only function so much at 6:30 a.m., with one hand holding coffee and the other holding the camera.

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The new bike

The new bike

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99 Red Balloons

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um, really?

so, my stat counter tells me that someone performed a google search for “rachel mallino poetry submissions” – really!!??? Why on earth would anyone search specifically for my “poetry submissions”????? This is a *first* in years of having a blog. Someone enlighten me, please!

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Merry Merry!!

Merry Christmas, all!! Love, Rachel, John, Lina and all the animals (especially Leif(er) puppy!)

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The Knife

This entire album makes me want to write for days with no sleep.

If I was a bird
I would fly high over the world
Come home at night to your garden
Build a nest among the branches
And I’ll comb your hair with my beak

If I was a bird
I would count my time in pearls
Under my wings you’ll find shelter
You’ll breed bugs and keep me well fed
And I proclaim the reason why I’ll have to fly

But you wanted me to be a girl
Without feathers without urge
Then my wings quick disappeared
And left was only fear
And I proclaim the reason why I’ll have to fly

Proclaim the reason why I’ll have to fly
I’ll have to fly

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quickie

I feel the need to tell the poetry world (okay, the small percentage of the poetry world that actually reads my blog) that Jason Fraley has a poem up at The Corduroy Mtn. You should read it.

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in case you were wondering

what I look like drunk, wearing a red armani tie with blue jeans at my husband’s semi-formal office Christmas party (to which he one-upped my jeans and wore flip flops) here ya go:

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I'm cleaning up the ginger-bread martini I spilled. You can't take me anywhere.

I'm cleaning up the ginger-bread martini I spilled. You can't take me anywhere.

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