i miss hipmama. here's my contribution.

you don't know me, because as far as i know you haven't posted in the few months i've been hanging around here (i have heard of you, though; it seems you're somewhat legendary in these parts). it's nice to meet you, though, and here's what i hear:

quiet (sad) songs. lou reed, perfect day. azure ray, sleep. donovan, catch the wind. i've polished off the better part of a (cheap) bottle of wine purchased in celebration of the end of the work week. i have an ipod now (thanks to a raffle i was lucky enough to win) and i'm not gonna lie to anyone.... i'm hooked. any song i want to hear is at my fingertips, as long as i have 99 cents. yeah, i may be poor, but damn if i don't deserve some good tunes to enjoy my wine to.

if i were anywhere near you i'd sit outside and share my wine with you, lucy. i'd even buy you some ice cream if the truck slowed down....

What I hear...

The hum of the fridge. The whirr of the air conditioning in the grate. The ssssssshhhhhhh of the water through the pipes to the sprinkler outside. The crickets, and oh, the peeper frogs, so loud and insistent. thumps of my cat's big paws hitting the ground (he's a polydactil). My baby's cough--she's teething.

Miss you lots. Love you lots.
I hear my internet radio playing and the tapping of my fingers on the keys.

And the sound of my brain screaming because it doesn't want to study anymore.

Sunflower the unflower

Mom's Tinfoil Hat
Foodie loves Picky

I hear bath water running
and my husband asking if he can
have some of my wine.

I hear matches crinkling
as I pull out a Nat Sherman
to join you for a smoke outside.

The pounding metal jamming machine
that's building some new exit on 99
is boom boom booming shaking my house
it's been like this all day.

Someone is racing their gas powered
Honda past my house, sunk too low
into it's tires and they have no idea
how really uncool they are.

Both computers are humming
and their fans keep trying to satiate them
but I won't turn either off,
cause one's playing the Be Good Tanyas
and the other is setting up my blog.

I am a slave driver.
Leaving on the train for MN tomorrow.
I hope it goes well.
"Fundamentally the markswoman aims at herself" DT Suzuki

clinking of spoons on bowls
canned laughter on TV
low murmurs from sons
as half-awake, they eat

upstairs the man asleep turns
the creaking from the bed
a reminder of
the night before

soft padding in the kitchen
the cat stops and looks at me
washes his face, looks at me
hissing, like a song

flash of energy, woman child bursts
out to begin another day
slam of car door, rumble of grinding
gears on metal, she is gone

rustling of pages in my planner
phone ringing, already
I hear a sweet song
and realize it is me

MSPmedia
She watches over the affairs of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness. ~Proverbs 31

Near silence, so rare
I yearn for this silence when at home
and hate it while I am at work

The neighbors are having a party
The windows are open
heat bugs buzz

No one wants to buy this house?
We just dropped the price $8k
Damn, please, write an offer

wow.
i hear fans, one for the computer and one for the room
every so often, too often, i hear the chirp from a smoke alarm that needs a new battery, and now i want to time the chirps
the creaking of the keyboard and my fingers on the keys
an air conditioner turning on outside
and the pigeons on the roof, mine or the neighbors, i wish i had a be be gun
a train whistle in the distance
and nothing from the bedroom where the rest of my family are all piled into my bed, i love mornings
i don't know you that well, but i have enjoyed reading you, hope you are well - m

~ melissa etheridge singin' some blue collar nostalgia on the speaker
~ my fingers click-clacking on the keyboard as i type this
~ muted traffic noises through office window glass and three stories down
~ purring fan

your friday night sounds were lovely - thanks for sharing 'em.

"if i pass for other than what i am, do you feel safer?" ~ lani ka'ahumanu

dragon knows dragon