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I'm still messing with it, but I've registered www.cathyblogs.com as the place to bring all the blogs I somehow feel obligated to write.

With lines in my head
MorningsSurely I'm awakeMonday's just a state of mind--A slap in the face.Morning moon, don't blink--That bloody, bruised sunrise bringsDark violence from the west.Last night's bright starsFell to my yardFirst frost.On FallThat field of winter wheatNewly green in JanuaryFall finds fallow.Trees drop leaves like tearsA quiet sob of regretFirst day of fall .Drove to wor

With John Mayer in my head

O September
O go away, September.I'm tired of you already;Tired of your last-holiday-of-summer,The finality of Labor Day;Tired of your first-day-of-AutumnSeptember Twenty-second-ness;Tired of the back-to-school sales flyersAnd the ads for sweaters and backpacks.I'm tired of the cool fall nightsAnd the "good sleeping weather" rejoinders.Tired of football, even, bright lightsAnd jarring tackles and rah-rah Friday nights.I'm t

About, Time and Grace--Beck's note to Grace (fragment 5)
Darling--I think I left my cellIn the pocket of my jeansOn the chair by the door.Could you grab it?Put on the kitchen table,I'll get it later.Or put it in your purseAnd I'll get itWhen we meet.Answer all my calls, or not--But remember if you call meYou'll have to answer, too.Really, just turn it off.And you know,Even without the phone,All day, I'll be thinking of you.