Thursday, March 25, 2010
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Dress Yourself in Past Lovers
"Ex Boyfriends"
They hang around, hitting on your friends
or else you never hear from them again.
They call when they're drunk, or finally get sober,
they're passing through town and want dinner,
they take your hand across the able, kiss you
when you come back from the bathroom.
They were your loves, your victims,
your good dogs or bad boys, and they're over
you now. One writes a book in which a woman
who sounds suspiciously like you
is the first to be sadistically dismembered
by a serial killer. They're getting married
and want you to be the first to know,
or they've been fired and need a loan,
their new girlfriend hates you,
they say they don't miss you but show up
in your dreams, calling to you from the shoeboxes
where they're buried in rows in your basement.
Some nights you find one floating into bed with you,
propped on an elbow, giving you a look
of fascination, a look that says I can't believe
I've found you. It's the same way
your current boyfriend gazed at you last night,
before he pulled the plug on the tiny white lights
above the bed, and moved against you in the dark
broken occasionally by the faint restless arcs
of headlights from the freeway's passing trucks,
the big rigs that travel and travel,
hauling their loads between cities, warehouses,
following the familiar routes of their loneliness.
-Kim Addonizio,'What is This Thing Called Love'(2004)
They hang around, hitting on your friends
or else you never hear from them again.
They call when they're drunk, or finally get sober,
they're passing through town and want dinner,
they take your hand across the able, kiss you
when you come back from the bathroom.
They were your loves, your victims,
your good dogs or bad boys, and they're over
you now. One writes a book in which a woman
who sounds suspiciously like you
is the first to be sadistically dismembered
by a serial killer. They're getting married
and want you to be the first to know,
or they've been fired and need a loan,
their new girlfriend hates you,
they say they don't miss you but show up
in your dreams, calling to you from the shoeboxes
where they're buried in rows in your basement.
Some nights you find one floating into bed with you,
propped on an elbow, giving you a look
of fascination, a look that says I can't believe
I've found you. It's the same way
your current boyfriend gazed at you last night,
before he pulled the plug on the tiny white lights
above the bed, and moved against you in the dark
broken occasionally by the faint restless arcs
of headlights from the freeway's passing trucks,
the big rigs that travel and travel,
hauling their loads between cities, warehouses,
following the familiar routes of their loneliness.
-Kim Addonizio,'What is This Thing Called Love'(2004)
Monday, December 28, 2009
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Ho Ho Home for Good
After staying an extra two and a half weeks, and surviving (this Floridian's first) blizzard, I finally made it back to Tallahassee. It's been an uneventful and somewhat chaotic past coupla days - trying to survive the Christmas holiday and the barrage of visiting family members, ignoring the piles of unpacked luggage in my room, and getting re-acquainted to the slow sleepy pace of north Florida.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Saturday, September 5, 2009
The Start of Something
Alright, so this blog is about to take a much more active (fingers crossed) and fresh turn. Presently, I am in South Carolina visiting with the Mom, but tomorrow I'm driving my Civic, which is busting at the seams with my belongings, to DC. Starting Tuesday I will be the new intern at the NPR News Desk. Yep, that's me. I'm not sure exactly what I'll be doing, but I do know that I'll be working with the senior editor learning how to edit, manage, dole out news stories, yadda yadda yadda.
There are far too many layers of excitement, nervousness, and fright to explain just what is going through my mind. I've never lived outside of Tallahassee. I've never signed a lease (until last week). I've never had a long distance relationship. I've never lived in a house nor have I lived with multiple roommates.
My friends tell me I'll thrive in DC, that I'll love the culture, the pace, and the politically-charged atmosphere. I don't disagree.
There are far too many layers of excitement, nervousness, and fright to explain just what is going through my mind. I've never lived outside of Tallahassee. I've never signed a lease (until last week). I've never had a long distance relationship. I've never lived in a house nor have I lived with multiple roommates.
My friends tell me I'll thrive in DC, that I'll love the culture, the pace, and the politically-charged atmosphere. I don't disagree.
Radio Stories
A not-so comprehensive work that I did for WFSU during the summer and spring of 2009.
http://www.publicbroadcasting.net/wfsu/news.newsmain?action=search&advanced=true&newSearch=true&searchOption=1&TEASE_WORDS=Diao&BYLINE_WORDS=&x=0&y=0
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