Is it me or does it feel like Dressember in here?

Well here I am, saying yes to the dress! Thanks to Blythe Hill and the lovely gaggle of ladies who have participated in past years, I am ready to accept the challenge of wearing a dress every single day in December.
I admit, though, I'm a little daunted by the task. Especially living in the insanely fickle climate that is Albuquerque, NM. And the fact that I am currently sitting at my desk shivering! Hence, expect to see a lot of skinny jeans under these dresses, folks. Just a warning.
Also: how do you fix your hair for 70 mph winds?!

All rightyyy, here goes. Let the dresses begin!

Portrait of a

I had never seen someone
internally collapse right before my eyes
You raised your arms
reaching, asking
grasping at answers to questions that weren't clear
Your confession confessing nothing
I didn't already know.

Play the piano drunk like a percussion intstrument.

[Charles Bukowski]

“An intellectual is a man who says a simple thing in a difficult way; an artist is a man who says a difficult thing in a simple way.”

thank you.

[Grace Kelly, Marilyn Monroe, Brigitte Bardot, Sue Lyon]

"We'll go over the wall. Whose car should we use?"
"Any one!"
"How about that blue one?"
"Oh no, that's mine!"
[Frank Sinatra, Grace Kelly, High Society]


"Dolores, do you still have that bottle of vermouth? We've got bourbon, we can make Manhattans! Go get some paper cups."
[Marilyn Monroe, Some Like it Hot]


"I like you better without the hat and cigar."
[Brigitte Bardot, Contempt]


"I haven't missed you. In fact, I've been revoltingly unfaithful to you."
[Sue Lyon, Lolita]

I'm not a smoker,

but that cigarette the other night reminded me of smoking Camel straights with Heather on her Grandma's balcony and talking about being in love.

And it reminded me of stumbling down certain Parisian streets quite early in the morning with kids I hardly knew and sharing a Gitanes with someone while conversing in my terrible French.

It reminded me of being in those woods we love, playing Scopa under the stars and laughing at ourselves through Cigarillo smoke.

It reminded me of gathering everyone on that old deck at the end of the street, the smell of the ocean in my nose and its sandy, breezy perfection at my fingertips--smoking Eric's cigarettes and them all saying it somehow suited me. Sitting by that open fire, talking about being adventurous and getting excited about life and being young and sometimes foolish.

Yes, Definitely.

Remember that time we tried to ride your bicycle together?
Me precariously balanced on the handlebars
and then suddenly air born
and then saying hello to the pavement with my knees?

It's been a while.

[Saint Germain des Angles, France]

Sweet words, where did you go--
I thought perhaps I had lost you.
Your dormant cries,
whispering now, again
in small and appealing phrases.

Slipping easily between my sheets
your hands, warm, inviting
running down my back, my legs
and finding that ticklish spot on my knee.

Ah, there you are.
Let us swim and tango and love.