For the record, if you want to make someone feel very loved, make them a playlist or, better still, burn them a CD 💿 🙏

Hera: Guess what? Mermaids live up to 300 years

Walking into my daughter’s ballet class in the middle of downtown, watching all these fathers walking out, letting their daughters walk on the actual city sidewalks in their ballet slippers 👀 🩰

Ok!

Hera: I just saw a daisylion Me: What’s a daisylion Hera: A flower with a yellow pollen and the petals are white

Will always fondly remember my student who turned in his final poetry project with the title “MY PEOMS!!!!!!”

Was just recalling that the internet used to be called THE INFORMATION SUPERHIGHWAY

I love David Bazan’s lyrics: “I don’t like girls the way they are So shave their legs and make them look like movie stars” youtu.be/Z6D4FwgGwRE?...

I love this but also this is an insane way to eat an orange ! 😌😇

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Necesito encontrar a alguien que traduzca mis obras 👀😏☺️🥰

Am so pleased about “ear-shaped earrings”

When I was a kid there were things I loved so much that I couldn’t believe they existed Things like Cotton candy Miniature paper cocktail umbrellas Diaries with a tiny lock and a tiny key

🥰 Houstonians:

Hera: Ducks like to be near water. Like if you’re sweating, they’d go inside your armpit. It’s a joke!

virginia woolf could write

I liked WEAPONS better than ONE BATTLE AFTER ANOTHER 😤

My goodness Should I??? (In a poem) Capitalize Internet Or not capitalize Internet (How old do I) (who was born in another century) (want to seem)

“Your beautiful dresses disintegrated like your skin, loops of skin, dreams or years sloughed off” From the poem GRANDMOTHER WORSHIP from my book RICH WIFE Reading in Houston at Basket with Wayne Miller next week 🙏

Hera: I’m a tadpole — got it?? Me: Got it! Hera: Actually, I’m an egg Me: Got it! Hera: Actually, I’m a frog egg Me: Got it!

Hera said she’s making me spaceships — “in case anyone attacks”

So many of the women I grew up with have become wellness influencers C’est la vie!

The important thing to do — when you’ve written something pretty bad — is to send it to a friend straightaway — (so she can tell you so!)

Roland Barthes (from THE NEUTRAL) — talking about the demands of being a public intellectual — but I think this applies to so many things (being a parent, being “nudged” continually by notifications and pings on your phone, endless emails pouring over the transom)

THOUGHT-FORMS www.gutenberg.org/files/16269/...

I love the depiction of rapport & affection shared among these siblings — the sister grinning up at her older brother, their tangled hug, the brother’s leg raised up as if being half-carried or playfully fought with — as if they won’t stop their perpetual horseplay even for a formal portrait

I love this approach (to writing poetry) from Selima Hill in a 2002 interview: "Nobody gives you the power – you just take it (or nobody gave me the power, I just took it)." lidiavianu.scriptmania.com/selima_hill....

I 👏 love 👏 sending 👏 things 👏 through 👏 pneumatic 👏 tubes 👏 at 👏 the 👏 bank 👏

No, I haven’t seen BARRY LYNDON, but I HAVE seen Biz Markie’s music video for JUST A FRIEND

Last night I had the interesting experience of reading my quasi-epic-length feminist poem in front of a crowd who happened to include a group of inebriated misogynists. The legacy of Jack Kerouac lives.

Today I have one coil of hair hanging down longer than the rest & my interior thoughts all day have been like Emily do not cut your hair Emily it is not really a good idea to cut your own hair Emily no!

Me trying to get my most helpful & capable friend to burn me a CD of a playlist I want. But she refuses!!!

I need a grandson. A grandson who is a teenager in the year 2000

If there is someone who could burn me a CD of a playlist I have, I would be forever grateful. Sadly I don’t think I know anyone like that! 😩🥴😅

“Moonlighting” is an awfully romantic way to describe having a second job

I want to go back to calling everyone by their titles. Mr, Mrs, Dr, Professor. I want there to be a barrier of respect and respectful distance between us.

Publishers, please don’t print your books with soft matte texture

Authors, please don’t let your publishers print your books with a soft matte texture 🙏

Me talking to the dental assistant: I want to point out an issue with my fangs Dental assistant: Your canines? Okay

I asked my parents if they would consider dating someone who had a large collection of big game taxidermy and then said, “maybe, it depends” & I asked them if they’d date someone who had a messy car & they said, “dealbreaker, absolutely not”

Can I still use Word to write poems? 🧐 When it’s offering to refine or rewrite them?

Monet’s home. Truly an example of treating life as art — lemon yellow chairs, lemon yellow walls — like standing inside the morning’s first beams — home design approved by no one, sold by no one, invented by the self and dreamed into existence

I was trying to be very stern with Hera, and she asked, “Am I in trouble?” “Yes, you are in trouble,” I gravely replied “Are you going to make me walk the plank? 😁”

Passing through the pelvic bone as if the moon is a circle or a crescent that symbolizes your childhood forever hanging in the sky excerpt from the poem THE PELVIC BONE, from my book RICH WIFE

On Instagram if you send someone the prayer emoji it turns into an animation of the hands slowly coming together over & over & it looks like a sarcastic slow clap

Something I love & miss are the questionable nachos they used to sell at skating rinks, bowling alleys, & the movies

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As soon as I saw “very English experience” — & before reading the rest — I remembered when I witnessed a fight break out at a movie theater in Richmond bc some people hadn’t sat in their assigned seats

The Popcorn Inlet. The Popcorn Isthmus. The Popcorn Archipelago.

It’s so hot that even my eyes feel hot