snowy days

snowy days, originally uploaded by Kim's Suitcase.

a little cool picture on a very hot day.

Auntie Minerva's Red Cake

my friend minerva is making cake
from scratch
and it must be red
red is lucky
for the unborn baby
norman's first

auntie minerva
will really be auntie minerva

i have called minerva auntie for years
because she is warm and kind and prepared
and very passionate in a way that is precise
scientific and tasty

take the red cake
experiment number 5
made with essense of rose water
love

beets and cranberry

and if this isn't lucky
to have an auntie
a friend that cares so much
to really make a cake
and test it until it is true
and stir in the batter
secret wishes and desires
for new life
with hope
and frosting
and spice

minerva knows how to love
and how to make cake

midsummer shoppers

midsummer shoppers, originally uploaded by Kim's Suitcase.

enjoy sunday shopping in the hip downtown, woods of toroonto
canada

exposure therapy

exposure therapy, originally uploaded by Kim's Suitcase.

me at the end of a hallway

me at the end of a hallway, originally uploaded by Kim's Suitcase.

page 47

page 47, originally uploaded by Kim's Suitcase.

hi




love,
kim

page 47

page 47, originally uploaded by Kim's Suitcase.

page 33

page 33, originally uploaded by Kim's Suitcase.

2 boys

2 boys, originally uploaded by Kim's Suitcase.

this is an old little drawing,
i am cleaning out my filing cabinet
lot's o' stuff.

dreams affect or is it effect breakfast choices for all

jeff kinear
the indentical twin brother of the famous actor greg kinear
was not in love with me.

unrequited love even in a dream sucks.

jeff shrunk himself, which made me angry.

a woman who insisted she was not homeless,
as she sleept in the library was homophobic,
and anoying and was trying to get me to move a sofa
into the library for her...

upon waking after such awful nightmarish anoyance
i ate all dressed potatoe chips for breakfast,
and summoned the charactor mud ball who has been renamed
mud flap to the surface, she is the charactor side of myself
from the deep south, lives in a trailor park can fix vehicles
and takes such health risks as eating potato chips for breakfast

bea my daughter asked if she could have potato chips for breakfast
i, no longer mud ball or mud flap induced firmly told her no
she was not old enough, to behave so poorly and ingage in such fool
hardey and foolish habits...i also told her it was illegal in the state of oregon
and that the children's aid society would fine me...and then i lovingly gave her
a bowl of life cereal.

dreams affect breakfast choices for all

news from the garden and kundalini

last night i tried a yoga class at the community centre
it was kundalini
no sauce
lots of breathe work
done in the dark
and good time stretch

news from the garden
the neighbour next door has a shield
of today's local paper
i am not sure what is 'new' for her
my news from the garden,
is the new rose appears to have bloomed
a gorgeous bloom with a lovely soft quiet scent
it is the colour of technicolour coral,
1967 kodacrome
it's leaves have been ravished, but it is in bloom

an ant, red climbs a tree
the pine at the back has curious weeping knot holes
sap smelling with an odd white mold around them
i wonder if it is suffering an illness, with all the
skinned knee knot holes

the grass is damp
the daisies flowers are in decline,
the hostas will flower soon!
who knew..

and the bees are active with a purple flower
who i haven't had the pleasure of knowing by name

so much news in the garden today
kundalini residue
and the third eye
the kink in the back and the mind
unblocked.

i wonder what the neighbour reads,
but sort of know and am not too interested
in that kind of news for now,
perhaps on the weekend
or maybe next week
so much news to obtain,
but i think i prefer the news from the garden.

compression

around the neck
and in the chest
a certain compression

heavy cream soup air
and too many details

sweept away not
instead a lump
of hot coal
on a groggy day
thinking trees
and breeze
and air

and not worrying about
heavyness and thick soup air
and the letting go
with the snags in the stockings
and the ache in the bones

some days
are like this
some days
are not

dreams that pass and are forgotten
too odd and claustrophobic
too jumbled and un understandable
for now

air water earth fire
north east south west

the computer
the telephone
speech
touch taste smell

becoming unburied as i sort
words on a page
as i organize myself anew
as new old routines need to be
rerouted once again
counting blessings
closing eyes
allowing oneself to just be
tirered out

to just be

stories

once upon a time in the middle of a month that starts with the letter j, a small woman meet a small man
and had a small small baby.

once upon a time in the month of july i went walking down about the park, and we watched and waited for something to happen, it did and still is.

when i began to write this post it was raining softly and the tiger lillies had survived the infection of a notorious red beetle.

while this post ends i need to bathe the bee and watch the dog does't eat anything dangeous.

sometimes minutes pass like stories and stories are only told in a minute.

love flows
and the pulse of the world keeps time...

planets

planets, originally uploaded by Kim's Suitcase.

sit

sit, originally uploaded by Kim's Suitcase.