jessica kramer

2011-08-10T00:38:00.002-04:00

2011-08-02T21:35:00.000-04:00

2011-07-31T14:26:00.002-04:00

An open book in the road. It flaps and flaps.

2011-07-24T21:05:00.004-04:00

In ten minutes, we shuffle through two months in the forgotten page-a-day calendar on her nightstand. She pauses longest for Homer.

2011-04-07T09:03:00.004-04:00

I pick you up and bring you home,
like bread/milk/eggs before a storm.

2011-03-02T19:05:00.012-05:00

Fiona and Kaspalita of Writing Our Way Home have already compiled January's river of small stones into a lovely little book and chose to include two of mine. Click through and have a look.

2011-01-31T00:57:00.002-05:00

Dead of night and the wind chime begins its faint, trickling call.

2011-01-29T23:53:00.002-05:00

Street light instead of moonlight. I stop a moment before going inside.

2011-01-28T17:37:00.001-05:00

The clouds settle low today, mimic mountains.

2011-01-26T18:24:00.000-05:00

Click, click of the warming oven. Butter sitting out to soften.

2011-01-25T23:57:00.001-05:00

Cat curled on socked feet, and I slowly feel the day going.

2011-01-24T21:21:00.003-05:00

Suddenly: Geese today on the suburban edge of rush hour, 30 or 40 of them on a small stretch of ground, nosing their beaks about in the still-here-after-weeks-of-cold snow.

2011-01-22T12:43:00.002-05:00

In the snow, a small tree of robins. They scatter evenly over bare branches, bobbing fat on the ends like strange Christmas ornaments, bright, and feathered, and blinking.

2011-01-22T08:10:00.001-05:00

Let the day open.

2011-01-20T21:32:00.001-05:00

Snow pulls me down a winding street I do not know.

2011-01-19T23:56:00.001-05:00

I can barely hear the Iraqi widow's words on the radio, faint and chaotic under the translation, but they come out smooth on the other side, like some strange and sacred poem, in a new voice that is slow, and calm, and even.

2011-01-19T01:21:00.002-05:00

Some nights I only feel at home in the dark early hours.

2011-01-17T21:28:00.002-05:00

"Are you watchin'?!" An elderly woman's feeble screech at her husband over the general din of washers, dryers, and dueling televisions. From a few machines down, he nods, fabric softener in hand.

2011-01-16T00:52:00.002-05:00

Midnight and driving. Cigarette embers, flown from the deer-decaled windows of the black pick up ahead of me, burn brief and bright on the highway.

2011-01-14T22:57:00.001-05:00

Furnace hum, blankets, socks,
don't quite shake the cold.

2011-01-13T20:46:00.004-05:00

One lone birdsong out of the cold this morning, my steps so quick (and mind so cluttered) I almost couldn't hear.

2011-01-12T08:52:00.003-05:00

My mind rather likes the snow commute: all tires and traffic, quiet and slow.

2011-01-10T21:07:00.002-05:00

Poet talk gives way to gossip and french fries.

2011-01-09T23:34:00.001-05:00

We talk about words for the new year and I say, Open.

2011-01-08T16:12:00.002-05:00

I make it to page 146 of my newest used poetry book before finding a scrawled-on page. And I feel like someone's written on me:
defies sense & normal associations