http://www.stacywray.com Thu, 17 Jan 2008 20:36:13 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en The structure I've created is three meals to keep us sated monotony is overrated and the big spoon craves the stir -- Crave the stir: to make us better Crave the stir: to blend the batter Crave the stir: to change the season Crave the stir: to feel the passion Together we both sit in this box that doesn't fit guilt ... http://www.stacywray.com/2007/11/03/crave-the-stir/ Waiting for the phone to ring I know I can't control such things the air so quiet asking for that buzz to break my breath Fall should be here now I've been counting down it's nowhere to be found the sky is cartoon blue in this California town the rains are overdue I've found I don't have a plan I want to ... http://www.stacywray.com/2007/11/03/fall-should-be-here-now/ I just want you to win I just want you to be happy I just want us to turn the tables and send the china flying Break myself apart teapot short and stout turn me on over and drain my self doubt I'm up to my eyes in weeds can't see through most things it's a solitary scene flashing silver dreaming ... http://www.stacywray.com/2007/11/03/teapot/ Your gall stones don't belong in see- through bottles for the rest of the world to admire, two rocks stewing in their stock, waiting for eight-year olds to discover your insides under glass in the room where our legs stick to your plastic- covered chairs, our mouths mash the bubble-gum in cheeks pink from the glare of shadeless windows--you want light--the preacher might visit at ... http://www.stacywray.com/2007/05/12/finding-it-hard-to-breathe-in-the-parlor/ In 1958 Mimi’s sofa won best in show on Morningside, the cushions plumped fat and smiling, all three, frosting precious and eagerly flanked by the two tea pillows snugly poised on cue at each arm’s corner, they are waiting they are waiting, but they don’t know yet how the days, how the years, how the dust will lounge with its ... http://www.stacywray.com/2007/05/12/the-living-room/ She still has his ashes from 1963, in the blue cake tin beside the pickled pigs-feet. It has been that way for years, the corners of her kitchen caked with sealed memories— Hungarian goulash, hearts of palm all unopened and rotting in the glory of 1943. She knows her antique red tomatoes remain suspended in the milky stewed webs Of handblown Mason ... http://www.stacywray.com/2007/05/12/mimis-kitchen/ I found these old freewrites today & want to post them. Hopefully, they will inspire me to write everyday as I approach my last day of work next week and will need to fill my days in the write way. April 6, 2001 Souffle day in the middle sinking Off to a chocolate ... http://www.stacywray.com/2007/05/12/old-freewrites-i-found-in-the-closet/ Go Sox! http://www.stacywray.com/2007/04/20/happy-red-soxyankees-game/ Today I am not so okay. You would have been 72 today and it breaks my heart. It is so hard being at work and pretending the world is fine. Whatever. I can't even write anything useful. If you were still here, I would bring you really rich chocolate cake ... http://www.stacywray.com/2006/12/12/birthday/ I read Plutonomics: A Unified Theory of Wealth by S.E. Harrison in two hours and did not put it down except to go to the bathroom. If you want to put your life in to perspective and come to understand the alternate definitions and processes of realizing your wealth and creating greater ... http://www.stacywray.com/2006/12/07/feeling-wealthier-go-read-plutonomics-a-unified-theory-of-wealth-by-se-harrison/