Tag: Purse notebooks

Purse notebook 3/12/17

March 12th, 2017 Bed, hair cast over the white headboard behind me in a slummish drying rack. Didn’t mean to get it so wet rinsing off suntan lotion. Blue bottom sheet, 90s leftover, health club periwinkle, crayon indigo with plenty of black, matte as 2016 lipstick. Afternoon Daylight Savings. Window less-than-robber open. Blue sky that […]

Purse Notebook 8/24/16

August 24th, 2016 The frito sound of leaves underfoot. The kid, leaning against her giant bear: “The third book, don’t read it unless you’re … well, you’re a grownup, so you read scary things all the time. But don’t read it unless you want to be scared.”

Purse notebook 3/3/16

March 3rd, 2016 A thin Italian-comedy man with patient difficulty and ironic urbane manner opens the door while a dauschund in one hand and a coffee in the other. Inside, he holds the lid of his coffee in his teeth and adds milk to open cup. The dauschund, weightless, looks at me and others. The […]

Purse notebook 11/20/15

I will share excerpts from my purse notebooks on this blog until I’m tired of it. November 20th, 2015 Now I am drunk on gin tonics at the hotel bar, where a handsome and charismatic child waits on me. English with comical football accents are overdrunk & becoming increasingly obnoxious in the kind of supplicating […]

Purse notebook 7/7/16

I will share selections from my purse notebooks on this blog until I don’t want to anymore. July 7th, 2016 (Tanabata!) Artificial grass always in stock. A truck in official uniform, dayglo and b & w stripes, a fan of candy-turquoise plant food or pesticide from its bed to the ground. The palms, the sound […]

Purse notebook 11/?/16

I will share selections from my purse notebooks on this blog until I decide against it. Nov something, ’16 SCROLL – DONG QICHANG “WINTER LANDSCAPE IN THE STYLE OF LI CHEN AND CALLIGRAPHY” Ming, Wanti reign, 1613 I am not looking at it now – sitting down round the corner to write. Sugarloaf cuts on […]

Purse notebook 1/24/17

  Tuesday, January 24th, ’17 Rain. Facing Topanga; row of cypresses up a hill ridge above street & beyond nearest trees & land are cut off by roof of Starbucks patio – a structured awning, red canvas over a black scaffold, sound. A swoop beneath them, a curve beneath them, like a scale or like […]