tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83687853586262518982012-01-23T11:18:03.193-08:00Tales of a Sierra MadreThe works of Margaret Elysia Garcia and her good friend Maggie Wells as they journey through parenting, teaching, loving, living in the forest and putting perspective to where they came from.margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.comBlogger3691100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-71109900132473372582012-01-22T18:43:00.000-08:002012-01-22T18:43:09.478-08:00Streaming, Baby!So, while it's a little nerve wracking to suddenly realize you might have more than 25 listeners...KQNY is now streaming. What's that mean for me? For you? It means if you really, really want to you can log onto www.kqny919.org and listen to my show Milkshake & Honey every Monday afternoon from 3-5 pm. My portion of the show is 3-4 pm and the lovely Amelia Beck takes over from 4-5 pm. Milkshake &margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-69667150155383082762012-01-22T00:35:00.000-08:002012-01-22T11:43:12.798-08:00Indian Valley needs its own K-12.
Every time I hear about school closures in Indian Valley I want to buy folks in Sacramento topographical maps of Plumas County. Yes, we have a tiny county of 20,000 people. Yes, it seems ridiculous that a small geographical area should have so many schools but geez, guys a simple TOPOGRAPHICAL map would indicate why this is so. Our smallness is only as the crow flies, not driven.
And so again,margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-83276175929352099482012-01-18T11:09:00.000-08:002012-01-18T11:09:19.855-08:00Lifelearning (Community Ed) Japanese Film Appreciation ClassIt's a go! I'll be teaching a Japanese film appreciation life learning course (no-credit) at the college on Thursday evenings starting Feb 23rd for 8 sessions. Come join us!margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-36537188769439450852012-01-10T16:31:00.001-08:002012-01-10T16:31:38.596-08:00Lady InkLady Ink published 'Ballad of Grace' last month. Forgot to put it here! http://www.magcloud.com/browse/issue/318113margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-17487049313377320462012-01-10T16:28:00.001-08:002012-01-10T16:28:31.164-08:00Penduline Press featureInterviewed me and featured me in their third issue! I don't normally talk about writing and writing erotica or writing Los Angeles, but there it is. Fiction laid bare. (Pun entirely intended). margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-27129673563442795992011-12-08T12:56:00.001-08:002011-12-08T12:58:31.721-08:00Freakout finds a homeSolstice Magazine's new issue is out with a story of mine.
http://solsticelitmag.org/freak-out-in-a-moonage-suenos-del-dia/margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-60141250232090993212011-11-30T20:08:00.000-08:002011-11-30T23:37:16.762-08:00Happy Xmas Letter 2011 This missive comes to you from the living room of the new house we’re renting. There’s a fire in the fireplace. The accordion from my somewhat ill-fated attempts is across the room. I’m sitting on the old loveseat I meant to get rid of before we moved but didn’t because we couldn’t afford to replace it. This house is twice the size of the house we “owned” and as such I’ve unpacked boxes I haven’margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-39248763879999382722011-11-15T14:13:00.000-08:002011-11-15T14:14:05.359-08:00Off With Her HeadIt’s an odd thing for something to be in your headand then they photograph itand can find nothing in your headas if to say it is all in your headbut of coursethey didn’t find anything in it.margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-43963614995749770862011-11-15T14:06:00.000-08:002011-11-15T14:11:00.738-08:00Spiracle JournalI am very happy to have been included here. I had no idea the editors would do commentary and I so appreciated the feedback. Poetry is an odd thing for me. I started out writing by writing poetry and have over the years , forgotten anything and everything about ‘how to’ write a poem.It’s only when other people comment that I see my ‘style’ of poetry for what it is. So , thank you , Spiracle margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-18677578099205586942011-11-06T14:09:00.000-08:002011-11-06T14:09:03.551-08:00Thanks. Giving in.Thankful for a dead car battery
and the stress of driving for a cat scan
in a snow storm
and 55 pounds of extra nothingness
and shelling out for expenses
just at the moment one gets caught up
and a cat that misses the box and shits
three inches away instead
for the dry skin I scratch in my sleep
margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-85856213823285345352011-11-03T19:53:00.000-07:002011-11-03T20:52:17.899-07:00Reform Greenville Sheriff Station NOWHow is it that three men can beat another man until he’s unconscious , stomp on him until he’s in a coma and the culprits who are known can go barely questioned?Jarold Hovland was beaten and left for dead in Greenville a little less than two months ago. He’s recovering ----slowly but those who perpetrated the crime were never arrested or charged with a crime. Our DA remains silent. This may have margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-72673186446354109402011-10-31T20:57:00.000-07:002011-10-31T21:09:01.859-07:00Scary Costume Ideas are DoneDressing up as my daughterwho tells me Bela Lugosi’s Deadis a silly song and that the lyricsare lame and why do I play that on Halloween?That moment at 6 onHalloween when all the kids rush outsideThat moment at 8 pm when the streetsare all clearA mother and husband that hate holidaysThat I might be a teacher for years to comeThat I might be a writer for much less timeA cavity in NovemberA hole inmargaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-60669809214725480292011-10-30T11:43:00.000-07:002011-10-30T12:29:43.934-07:00Scary Costumes # 20Unfinished manuscripts with looming deadlinesThe weird thing I found in the cat’s furthe headless presentthe other cat brought inThe empathy of BachmannThe brain of CainThe hollow emptiness of Romneyfire burn and cauldron bubblesomething wicked is always comingfor us and our votesthe dryness of the airthe dryness of my throatthe dryness of your humorthis powerful thirstmargaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-59457133247847491202011-10-29T17:01:00.000-07:002011-10-29T17:07:23.022-07:00Scary Costume Ideas # 19Barbies with tattoo sleevesDolls that teach youhow to be a mommy nowBarbie has visits to the doc, the vet, the shopping mallplastic furnitureMattel, make a trip to WIC scene, Barbie standing on the corner by the 7/11Barbie scoring in StocktonBarbieThe low low growl coming fromthe blackness of the nightcats puffed into giant balls of frightthe clueless wag of a happy dog’s tailthe dull pain in themargaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-70396327549616166132011-10-28T10:19:00.000-07:002011-10-29T17:24:12.085-07:00Scary Costume Ideas # 18 Climate Change denierscalling the world flat.The DMV guide of whatyour license can be taken away forSPiders in the Forbidden Forest24 hour news channel without newsThe lack of retractions for lies and misstatementsOakland copsProviding public safety by tear gassing the publicComic book mascotsa McRib sandwich top of the newshoura flooding in Bangkokan open sewer in South East AsiaRun offmargaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-36714822745983100062011-10-27T16:20:00.000-07:002011-10-27T16:40:50.595-07:00Scary Costume Ideas # 17Cat Scan results Blood test resultsPee test resultsAlways running to the doctorNever running to the doctorThe sound of too many voicesThe sound of no voices at allA Can of Tear GasThe look on my face when theycan’t find a vein after tap tap tapping the underside of my armshirtless talk show hostsA chain gang in Alabamamargaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-6142458256822302852011-10-26T20:39:00.000-07:002011-10-26T20:43:21.308-07:00Scary Costume Ideas # 16Tumorous growthsAllergiesTHings that go bumpin the afternoon that dont wait for nightGiant lego men washing up on shores without copy editorsthat bit about pat robertsonon jon stewart that made sensea cop in oaklanda king size bed with no one in itthe money i owemargaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-81221489704900700152011-10-25T12:14:00.000-07:002011-10-25T12:25:01.323-07:00Scary Costume # 15My bank accountwhen no one paysThat 10 bucks doesn’t fill a gas tankthe drugs they wanna give methe drugs they already give youpeople who don’t understand whatsatire isstrange bedfellowsa piece of netflix stocknarratives that don’t match our reality(this means you marco rubio)The McRib sandwich and whateverit is actually made of2nd hand smoke in a third hand worldSantorum trying to stuff margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-9702236539446178522011-10-24T12:39:00.000-07:002011-10-24T13:02:46.742-07:00Scary Costume Ideas # 14Rick Santorum’s parenting skillsThe look on an Iraqi orphan’s face as he learns Michelle Bachman wants himto pay for the death of his familyKnowing that I’m related to cholasA world without a specific enemyDiseases of the heartand heart diseasean empty field in Alabamaa full unemployment office there toosecrets exposedsecrets needing money to livea literal thinkera healthcare program that never margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-28844351716834826872011-10-23T11:43:00.000-07:002011-10-23T11:43:42.836-07:00Scary Costume Ideas, # 13A world without coffee
A world without you
A world without empathy
A world without children
A world without masterpiece
A world without sun, fire, water, earth, air
A world with only lefts and rights
A world withoutmargaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-89654445236736034612011-10-22T17:53:00.000-07:002011-10-22T17:57:57.816-07:00Scary Costume # 12A wet dog that knocks you over in the middle of giving him a bath and then runs down the hill to the neighbor’sproperty to roll in creek water and mudThe Greenville Sheriff Station’s number one bigotPlumas County Child Protective Servicesmeddling in the lives of Native Americans yet ignoring the abuse of minions of white folk towards their children(yes, it was a hard day on the planet)People margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-69961501660832768292011-10-20T15:32:00.000-07:002011-10-20T15:37:22.642-07:00Scary Costume # 11 The cough he can’t get rid ofSinkholes caused by drillingDrain pipes filled with dictatorsThe gloating of zealotsMedian income in Americageography knowledge of AmericansExotic animal killers in Ohio(aren’t they just animals where they came from?aren’t the killers exotic to the animals)My procrastinationYour procrastination is even worseBurnt booksLocked up suburban houses with dogs margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-76089486792305811382011-10-19T09:56:00.000-07:002011-10-19T12:57:20.035-07:00Scary Costume # 10 The Koch brothersand Karl Rove in a hottubwith Herman CainThe pounding in my headThe arthritis in my fingersThe taxes I just finally filedThe gaze at the hot looking manand the acknowledgment thathe’s too much energy to evensmile at..Remembering a time when thatsort of man would have taken all my time and energy.Wading through 152 themeson wordpress to pick for a new blogan unstimulated margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-86611224699172949832011-10-18T11:19:00.000-07:002011-10-18T11:45:31.117-07:00Scary Costume Ideas # 9My mid day headachesThe reminders of agingMy eye sight without trifocalsProtesting anything in Orange CountyA house in the Marina district during an earthquakeA food cart in Thailand not near any water sourceBank of AmericaMy husband’s arteries Our children’s future in AmericaWhat I really think of youmargaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-18372020338080714652011-10-17T10:18:00.000-07:002011-10-17T13:03:49.007-07:00Scary Costume Ideas # 8My 401K planThat brown spiderwhose guts smashedinto the tile floorThis hippie herbal concoction I drink every morning in hopes that it doessomethingthe lame easy excusesof those who will inherit the countrythe student in my 11 am class(to which that above statement applies)Apathymargaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-27309782026209298392011-10-16T14:26:00.000-07:002011-10-16T14:36:23.469-07:00Scary Costume # 6Stripper bootsMen without teethMen who can no longer see their...the evangelical tracesleft on the nosefrom snorting up the fearcoming outstaying inmargaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-74469208453114826182011-10-16T14:21:00.000-07:002011-10-16T14:25:41.727-07:00Scary Costume Ideas #7A two day meeting without an agendaman trying to kill a mountain lionwith a handgunin a neighborhoodcirrosis alzheimer’scancerwhat ever I will die ofa drive down the canyonin the rainthe winter I am unprepared formargaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-87379702439782725862011-10-15T08:15:00.000-07:002011-10-15T08:15:00.507-07:00Scary Costume Ideas, # 5Child Bride
Sister Bride
Woman without Education
Woman without Choices
Woman without Healthcare
Fish
Bicycles
Woman without a reasonmargaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-55629685535207658462011-10-14T21:10:00.000-07:002011-10-14T21:10:22.602-07:00Scary Halloween Costumes # 4My bank account
Your bank account
That smile that comes across the viewer's face
at the end of Fight Club
My insomnia
My addiction to words
My addiction to you
The unraveling knitting project
in the bottom of my purse
The unraveling life of a friend
Alzheimer's facilities
The canyon calling for a sacrifice once more
margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-48042706538937275022011-10-13T12:39:00.000-07:002011-10-13T12:54:39.888-07:00Scary Halloween Costumes # 3A cantaloupe
from Colorado
A high school student who
cannot write
a complete sentence
A Republican House member
in my uterus
The toilet nearest the OWA
Pizza as a plan for governance
The headache I get at midday
White Flour
White Sugar
White Noise
White Power
margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-82768860899027879502011-10-12T22:39:00.000-07:002011-10-12T22:47:28.149-07:00Scary Costume Ideas # 2, Oct 12thAlzheimer’s secretswhat the dog dug up in the backyardthe contents of a rotting ziploc bag found in the bottom of a kid’s backpackmy cholesterol levela mortgage worth less than half of nothinga mother who catches her husband with her daughterthen stays with him and outcasts the daughterthe eyes of michelle bachmannthe voice of glenn beckthe boney ass of ann coulterthe mind of an assassin in seal margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-35391137531466136782011-10-11T22:17:00.000-07:002011-10-13T12:52:51.871-07:00Scary Costume Ideas, Halloween 2011Last year on the blog I did a “Scary Costume 2010” series of poems that the year inspired. Here is the first of this year;
Scary Costume Ideas, Oct 11th
An unemployed
American worker
too young to retire
too old to rehire
a peri menopausal woman
(wait. that’s me now)
a Tea Party member that believes
his or her own rhetoric
clean coal emission buried deep in water
in the earth
the flab of margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-50954923574891454162011-09-19T13:04:00.000-07:002011-09-19T13:20:48.798-07:00The Jackals CircleThe end was nearingand the jackals circledour grandfather staring beyond usinto their nights and made up dayscircle three times lie downlet sleeping dogs, you know lie lie like rugs liewith their own lain down lawthe blows we receive as childrenhit each of us differentlyjackals don’t like to be victimsthey don’t want to know truthsthey eat truths for breakfastand spit out threats, get timelines margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-29466628942138716392011-09-06T23:13:00.000-07:002011-09-08T17:43:41.628-07:00The Guitar Player's GoodbyeHe’s been gone for two weeks
two weeks since he’s said a
word that made any sense
that wasn’t dripping in fear
and bewilderment
now he says nothing at all
the breath heavy, failing
blood pressure 50 over nothing
what’s left is what kept him going
his literal undying heart
I think of being in his bed
staring up at the white glare
of hospice ceiling,
of brochure ready comfortable
surroundings margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-49262694930847135612011-09-04T21:24:00.000-07:002011-09-05T10:19:34.993-07:00San Francisco, Sept. 11, 2001My 9/11
was waking up in a borrowed room
in a borrowed house
in San Francisco
I was on my way to
my first day of pouring coffee
my first month back in the states
I lived with people from
back east, as we say,
so there were lots of oh my god
coming from the tv down the hall
and quick calls on deadlines
back to new york
i left to pour espressos and mochas
walked down union street to catch margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-29995757285454939832011-09-03T21:40:00.001-07:002011-09-03T21:41:48.405-07:00The boots that I must have soon.I'm thinking I will go without food and coffee and wine for three months and put it all in a jar to buy these. They need to be on my feet. They are calling to me. http://www.fluevog.com/code/?w%5B0%5D=gender%3Awomen&w%5B1%5D=attribute%3ABoot&pp=2&view=detail&p=21&colourID=3186margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-18395591569076922522011-09-03T16:44:00.001-07:002011-09-03T16:45:53.568-07:00It's finally out!
http://www.bestfiction.org/2011/07/fiction-by-margaret-elysia-garcia/
This is one of my favorites.margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-86058873725561554922011-08-20T21:22:00.001-07:002011-08-20T21:22:19.665-07:00This was a fun post to writehttp://parentingsquad.com/10-fun-things-you-can-do-in-los-angeles-with-kids-that-doesnt-involve-an-amusement-parkmargaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-9933580456031056592011-08-13T17:41:00.001-07:002011-08-13T17:41:41.247-07:009/11 FRC ProjectCall for Entries
9/11 -- Ten Years Later: A Commemoration in Art and Words
Feather River College, in collaboration with Plumas Arts and Plumas Community Radio, announces a juried exhibition of art and words in remembrance of 9/11. After ten years, the events of that day continue to shape our world, our lives, and our memories. “9/11 – Ten Years Later” will be a community commemoration of margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-25720762964587134802011-08-11T18:58:00.000-07:002011-08-11T23:49:09.338-07:00The Next HeadlightsThe girls stand by the windowhungry with four hour anticipation.She won’t let them eat till he comes homethere were late hours at workand her waitingthere were his buddies at the barand her waitingand the girls look too much like himThey stay at the windowcovered by curtaincounting the headlights like rosary beadslet the next headlightsbe him making the left hand turnand then a right up the margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-86233789856922129922011-07-15T01:07:00.000-07:002011-07-15T01:14:23.047-07:00She wasWhen she was an infant,they thought she’d died.They called for the priest, the curandera, the tias to wailthe county to recordand the faintest of breathsblew from her lipsmade purple by the almostslip of her small lifebut she gasped, coughedsaved by a miraclehallelujah hallelujah hallelujahand just like her near deathsummoned her small world to mournthe news of her recoverywent noticed margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-39206974762414979062011-06-30T21:26:00.001-07:002011-06-30T21:26:10.778-07:00Something 'Bout Trains....I'm humming Jane Siberry in my head....3:50 AM we board the Coastal Starlight. All day and night on the train with two kids...hmmmm...they serve alcohol right?margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-40855254499214988482011-06-19T22:11:00.001-07:002011-06-19T22:12:35.304-07:00Oh my...I could get stuck on this website for HOURS
http://www.typewritermuseum.org/collection/index.htmlmargaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-20421869608624182242011-06-18T18:57:00.000-07:002011-06-18T18:57:24.792-07:00Father's DayI did a mother's day show on the radio. It was easy. My mother likes 70s torch songs. I know her taste too well. But when it comes to Father's Day , that's always more complicated than it has to be. Even going through iTunes to find father songs, I was hard pressed to find positive ones.
Jane's Addiction had a dad. Kurt Cobain tried hard to have a father but instead he had a dad. Leonard Cohen margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-83494284609641583552011-06-17T15:09:00.001-07:002011-06-17T15:09:28.425-07:00The Dresser
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I have been sorting the house since the end of April. And wondering about the things that make it to the next destination versus the things that don’t. As I box up the last boxes for the new house I realize that nearly everything I am taking margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-17936348539531877012011-06-17T15:01:00.001-07:002011-06-17T15:01:54.206-07:00The Winnerhttp://www.pendulinepress.com/author-article-archives/the-winner-by-margaret-elysia-garcia/
margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-12097443546459614182011-05-22T13:57:00.000-07:002011-05-22T13:57:07.684-07:00This Train Unbound...I really am liking this press. http://bestfiction.org/2011/05/new-fiction-by-margaret-elysia-garcia/margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-10176444042488354742011-05-12T13:04:00.000-07:002011-05-13T13:44:03.147-07:00Sad Girl Arriveshttp://www.undergroundvoices.com/UVGarciaMargaretElysia.htmmargaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-60690148992412897752011-04-28T14:58:00.000-07:002011-04-28T15:09:40.205-07:00Burn Upon RetreatYou can’t help but noticewhen you stand in thatdead air field of a sick man’s dreamthat they tried to burn the evidence of Auschwitzas the impending Soviet armywas almost therethis strikes meas almost the most sinisteraspect of the most sinisteracts-------to act and then pretendthat no such actions took placestand by your hatred, I saystand by your murderous deedsfor they are yours and yours margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-61730436985283806182011-04-26T19:02:00.000-07:002011-04-26T20:58:58.710-07:00What I Do Know About Her is ThisThere is a womanbroken in a hospital recovering (we hope) I see her all the timeI don’t know her wellIt’s the our kids go to the same schoolit’s the we go to the same tavernit’s the we buy ice creamsfrom her at the town marketbut I don’t know herknow herbut what i do know is this:That there are those peoplewhere you know that there’ssomething there theremaybe not quite reached yetmaybe about to margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-73017151817498218812011-04-23T23:47:00.000-07:002011-04-24T00:22:48.876-07:00El PrimoI’m cleaning upon a Saturday afternoonand there he isit’s been six months sincei’ve heard his voicethe cousin who talks to methe one i crushed out on as a kidthe one who gets caughtbetween telling it like it istelling it to more than one womanevery once in awhile he’d show upin my life make me feel welcomed and missed and wantedno gods, no time, no lifestylesto come up as walls between usi could margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-44584204032875043082011-04-22T09:25:00.000-07:002011-04-22T09:39:48.997-07:00The Way You MoveI like that way of yours whenyou greet me bynot greetingme and i sit downaway from youand we catch up and you putthat drink in my hand andnod towards thekitchen where there is somethingi can eat if i wantno pressureas i lie on the couchhand dangled down likean overdosed housewifeI miss someof the cuesyou take me anywayas i ammargaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-63047909918588774452011-04-21T10:24:00.000-07:002011-04-21T10:46:50.078-07:00Proper WordingI want youwordless.I want you blank, clean, unburned.I want youchangeling vacanthiding nothingsaying nothingjust sayingI want no historyon your skinno road mapno shudderno this is itI want youspeechlessfacedowntrace of a pulseI want you grunts & groansfirst lightwalk out of the caveI want youlike a beginninglike I don’t knowfirst snow no footprintsbeforebeforebeforemargaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-27343383587688447352011-04-14T16:38:00.000-07:002011-04-14T16:38:49.359-07:00Doctor's VisitI do annuals
every three years
get up on the scale
in heavy shoes because
it must be the shoes
it cannot be me
bladder is full
or the thyroid medication
is off
I only feel guilt
at the dr. office
because I know that they
know I'm not stupid
that I should look
like there's a little
less me
Other than that
the doctor tells
me I'm just aging
all the abnormal stuff
is normal for my age
I'm just margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-27144526159792920612011-04-12T10:54:00.000-07:002011-04-12T11:02:23.833-07:00Email OutrageA box fullof outrageI haven’t had coffeeor an orgasmI can’t think about saving wolves and nuclear meltdownsor even my last run into planned parenthoodI just don’t sleepwith fascistsand that should be enoughI’m only checking to seeif you’ve written meIf a memory of somethingbeautiful and non-toxicmight cross my mindbut i’m not ready to save the worldat 7 ami’m barely readyfor breathingmargaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-89397183210412082642011-04-11T21:24:00.000-07:002011-04-11T21:38:12.739-07:00Just ThereAnd there he iswith mutual friends eventhe first attemptedrapist I ever knewJust sitting thereon the right hand sidenext to other offensiveads like Sarah Palinand Wal-Martthere he isPeople you may knowfirst attempted throw downin the grass next to thejungle gym in the high weedsof the meadowhot dangerous older attractivehold me down bigger than meand there he isacross the country and right margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-41879694535824716392011-04-10T18:31:00.000-07:002011-04-12T11:27:14.131-07:00The Kitchen SinkI help myselfto an old generic sodaand a few ice cubesand look about their kitchennothing has changed since that moment in 1946when they walked in thereonly threshold crossedThey have that kindof sink I covetdeep enough to drownaluminum potsand no stick panswhen you clean themmy mother grew up hereamong harsh wordsand cast iron pansthe wooden table underneathlayers of plasticthe sink is old margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-47827720778640202222011-04-05T19:29:00.000-07:002011-04-05T19:43:25.112-07:00On TuesdaysOn Tuesday nights the border disappearsmy husband’s family video conferencesall the cousins are therethe lawyerthe computer techthe dentistthe activistthe nurseon one sidethe taxi driverthe fruit sellerthe corner standerthey know betterthan anyonethe accident of birththey know that the only thing that standsbetween them is the oneaunt that came tobrownsville texas in 1963another worked in a margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-25294303734610525892011-04-04T13:44:00.000-07:002011-04-04T13:49:51.607-07:00The Way Decisions GoBreathe in maybeokay, no reallyI think we’ll goWe spend the weekend drawing out various scenarios to our liveswhat would happen ifwe walked away from our house?What would happen ifwe stayed in it?What would happen if...?We whisper we yellwe say okay maybe maybe we gomaybe we go back to life liberty and pursuit of happiness it sounds goodthis pursuit, this happinessthis thing we haven’t seenin margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-79665623852981153082011-04-03T21:13:00.000-07:002011-04-03T21:16:53.912-07:00into the woodsWe climbed the hillto a house in the woodswondering if we’d everget to the destinationlooking at the edge ofthe road and thinkingof wintergetting stuck, strandedhelplessso many people tellingme that i am an urban creaturethat the woods arefor those that have gunsand dogsand snow plowsstill there was somethingin that housethat road to the middle of nothing that sounded just like the way my heart margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-92137722993553279462011-04-02T11:55:00.000-07:002011-04-02T12:00:39.050-07:00It’s my brother’s birthdaythis weekend he is spending his time far away from uswe have chastisedcajoled and chidedbegged and remindedgiven him relentless empty lovelesswise counsel told him to marrybe safe and soundlove the one you are withthe one with your childthe one with your back the one who won’t leave youhe has never listened to ushas never marriedhe has bided time as if he were sentencedthis weekend he is spendingmargaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-69263439372826832682011-04-01T08:39:00.000-07:002011-04-01T11:43:28.961-07:00The City: Circa 1900sI was to wear red.The borrowed red dress.We were to be youngin the City:Red wine in a cave of a cafe,Ordered food left uneaten,A walk in the spring wind.I was to wear my hair up--No, down. No, if memory serves----it was waiting looselya top my head for his release,for a pull into his facewhere he could breathein my long hair and let itfall on to his cheek.I was to smile.To forget for the margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-71351365327789738152011-03-22T23:36:00.002-07:002011-03-22T23:36:57.854-07:00Tales of a Sierra Madre: Memoir Writing Workshop Coming in ChesterTales of a Sierra Madre: Memoir Writing Workshop Coming in Chesterhttp://www.bbsellers.com/blog/2011/02/25/memoir-writing-workshop-at-the-bookstoremargaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-2484605661337584162011-03-22T23:36:00.001-07:002011-03-22T23:36:23.172-07:00Memoir Writing Workshop Coming in Chesterhttp://www.bbsellers.com/blog/2011/02/25/memoir-writing-workshop-at-the-bookstoremargaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-16640437143310134212011-03-16T23:00:00.000-07:002011-03-16T23:00:14.872-07:00The Radio Show Has StartedIn case any of ya'll were interested...Amelia and I are on the air Mondays 3-5 pm at KQNY 91.9 Plumas Community Radio. Eventually our shows will stream... here's the website for the station: http://www.kqny919.org/ Enjoy and "be kind to our mistakes."margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-2859861186292100822011-03-15T14:11:00.000-07:002011-03-16T23:42:07.571-07:00(Kaifukuryoku)I am remembering the long beautiful scroll Satomi Matsuoka sent me in San Francisco right after 9/11. My Japanese is as poor as her English but for years we were able to communicate some sort of in hybrid notes on beautiful calligraphy paper.She’d been my calligraphy teacher in Japan. She hailed from an old samurai family. Her family home as a child was now a museum. She took me there for a margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-8820922021009984682011-03-08T22:47:00.000-08:002011-03-08T23:12:35.255-08:00International Women's Day notesBring back Intro to Women’s Studies at Feather River College. I know we are in crisis, but none of my students have a clue to as to women’s history, American women’s history. I assign a short story or an excerpt of something and they get confused. Women didn’t have the right to vote? Couldn’t own property? Could be lobotomized for being smart and depressed? Um, yes.So bring it back. FRC kids margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-70220057289666414362011-02-21T11:43:00.000-08:002011-02-21T12:01:57.631-08:00NewspaperIt hits the paper thatthe school district will be suedbecause a family thinks it has been discriminated against because of the background of the familyI have met this familyI couldn’t tell you what they wereby the color of their skinI have met this school districtI could tell you they believe in their intentionsand in the color of their credentialsI once witnessed a local teacherspewing all sortsmargaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-78301022261979466142011-02-20T12:21:00.000-08:002011-02-20T22:56:34.050-08:00We pronounsI am nerves and expectationarrested and undevelopedi am i won’t do it tomorroweither I am belly and curveand mush muscle poorShe is gallstones and kidneya legal poisoned messa congested heart throba pillboxa nightstand stacked with words words wordsand kleenexand necessary items balanced precariously on the edgewaiting for a dog’s tail to make ‘em flyHe is barking upthe wrong dreamneeds you to margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-26856841400895590432010-12-20T13:25:00.000-08:002010-12-20T13:26:15.097-08:00Xmas letter 2010Hey. It’s December 20th. The day before the solstice when winter officially begins and the day before Paloma’s sixth birthday. Grades are in for FRC as of 20 minutes ago. Chocolate chip cookies are about to be made. Tamales for Christmas were made over the stretch of five hours yesterday. I haven’t sent a single xmas card yet and Christmas will come as a combination of the gift shop in town and margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-73429440128117560492010-12-07T23:13:00.000-08:002010-12-07T23:24:42.454-08:00That Morning in WalhalbenMy brother and I were getting dressedlike we always didbetween the space heater and the radiolistening listening crossing fingersschool closure on account of snowsometimes that year the snow burrs on either side of the roadwere almost as high as the mercedes busand it felt more like we weretraveling in a long white tunnelblue white ice cavernthan a road that would lead somewhereback to the baseI margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-10820954538731587552010-11-08T20:39:00.001-08:002010-11-08T20:39:33.144-08:00Cinderella WorkshopFRC's Writer's Club Presents Anne Gaudet's "Cinderella" A Workshop for Women. Fairy tales are rich in symbolism and meaning. Many fairy tales go back for centuries and the changing warp and weft of the tapestry of the story has been influential in the weaving of women's lives. "Cinderella" is one such story and is a veritable treasure of insights. Come join a group of women for a couple of hours margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-25856732127975437952010-11-01T23:33:00.000-07:002010-11-01T23:58:51.220-07:00Voting DayIn the old days, before Diebold machines took over and I thought my vote might count, I had a system:Vote late in the day when most is already determined. If the Democrat for the big office was having trouble I’d vote for himbecause the alternative in my mind was far worse (I’d lived and gone to school in Orange County, I know the religious right first hand)But for the most part I did and do votemargaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-27979046238606990292010-10-29T22:19:00.000-07:002010-10-29T22:31:41.399-07:00Scary Costume IdeasOn my facebook I’ve been making a list of scary costume ideas for Halloween 2010. The following is a compilation:Scary Halloween Costume List Number 6: A shrimp dinner from the Gulf, A lobster dinner from the Pacific, a package from Yemen, a tsunami, a volcanic eruption, a Mexican drug cartel, an addict of SOA who has run out of episodes to watch. Scary Halloween Costume Ideas List Number 5: margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-9721220387285051002010-10-11T19:54:00.000-07:002010-10-11T19:56:10.623-07:00World Blog Day on Water!This Friday Blog about Waterhttp://blogactionday.change.orgmargaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-30446612872133161932010-10-07T10:32:00.000-07:002010-10-07T10:46:05.883-07:00the roll top deskthere are scratchingsounds faint but nearcoming from mygrandfather’s roll top desknow mine sort ofi keep things of hisin a bottom drawershould his ghost comelooking for somethingthat he could knowI am sitting across theroom on the floorI am not aa desk sitterthe sound did not worry mewe have kittens nowone and half pounds a piecethey’ve been lost sincethe night beforei’d placed cat food in margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-67763050012650521052010-10-04T22:54:00.000-07:002010-10-04T22:55:52.000-07:00Ozark MountaineersI never tire of looking at these photosRuth Nadine...her life was amazingly simpleand so complicatedand she saved her sisterand kept her savedi wish i had her strengthhttp://www.dwhudson.net/history/scrapbook/om.htmlmargaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-59211532855376389202010-10-01T23:26:00.000-07:002010-10-01T23:52:19.228-07:00These evenings without youWe are too contemporarywe contemporariesI must be able to reach youYou must know that I am reachableput down thatthing in your handthat box in your lapthat that thatyou know?I want us tofind ourselves the old fashioned waythe embarrassingly romantic wayI don’t know where you areI light the candleI stand out on the front porchI breathe in nightand old nightsand promises of other nightsand so it ismargaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-67344333902893203842010-09-20T19:35:00.000-07:002010-09-20T19:37:56.562-07:00Trish Taylor reading at FRCAuthor Trish Taylor /September 23rd
Trish Taylor Will be reading and discussing her book Take It, It's Yours on Thursday in Science Rm 104 from 2-3 pm. Please join us! Admission is free.margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-20229206465651160122010-09-19T20:48:00.000-07:002010-09-19T21:03:51.975-07:00Landstuhl, part 1(for Mary Shero) I rememberthe helicopters coming in all night longbringing bombed out bodiesof still breathing menit was 1983not until then did I realizewhy we were therea post in southwest Germanysomewhere to landi am an american whenit comes to geographyi have no idea how closethings are--that the middle eastwas always only a few hours away(and you are so far away)somewhere i readif you were amargaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-72960903736977326312010-09-14T22:08:00.000-07:002010-09-14T22:09:07.061-07:00Third World America TourHey! FRC is a finalist for Ariana Huffington to come speak on her book tour. Please vote for us!http://www.huffingtonpost.com/arianna-huffington/third-world-interactive-l_b_716523.html#s139820margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-87446404618618605012010-09-13T15:31:00.000-07:002010-09-13T15:33:41.181-07:00The Step BackwardsEvery Monday morningI stay home. I do laundrypay billsvacuumthink about betty draper...today I made lunchroasted chiles all morningand stuffed them fullof onion and mushroomsand squash and cuminand olive oil andqueso frescothe husband came homefor lunchthe house smelled likehousewiferyWe are full and contentand it’s only 3:30there is something to be said for staying homemargaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-12127762139012112032010-09-10T11:20:00.000-07:002010-09-10T11:35:02.212-07:00state of education“Their boredom becomes more and more terrible. They realize that they’ve been tricked and burn with resentment.”--Nathanael WestI make an idiot move. I agree to go backto high school one day a weekto advise girls smeared with badly applied eye liner and no sex educationboys disordered and still, mouth opened breathing ---I hate being here.I hate how the numbers to each room are stenciledin blackmargaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-68302062140855914802010-08-25T12:59:00.000-07:002010-08-25T17:13:49.465-07:00CommunionI wonder if this is how it was meantto be takenlike the sexiness of psalmsYou would be there for meout of reach and out of touchlike a good god isleave the followerwanting morewanting to be with youwhen you’re deadtoo much and there’d be no mystery of our faitha little hallelujaha little spita little waterand much divineWe pass into ritualWith you comes the tasteof your body and bloodWith me margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-76671569708581295882010-08-21T21:46:00.000-07:002010-08-21T21:55:31.413-07:00Hang overIt hadn’t occurred to meto miss you Sure there are those moviesthose lines that you have memorized too the ones that are usand those songs thatwere written for usthose booksthose pairs ofstar crossed loverssurethere is all thatbut it’s the back of the headsomeone else’s movie, song , bookthe triptychlike birthday presentslike christmas giftslike your voicethat suddenly came acrossin the here and margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-33206237924190999992010-08-18T08:53:00.000-07:002010-08-18T08:54:03.450-07:00Something 'bout TrainsDid they know when they laid them down how it was going to look? How there would be no mistaking the beauty and sorrow. How steal goes to rust? When something that heavy is nailed to the earth...nailed to earth. No other transportation is that confining and constricting.But I like the connection. Literally, the connection. That I can start the day on one coast and end a few days later on the margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-87523609933954653722010-08-13T10:46:00.000-07:002010-08-13T12:06:05.853-07:00A day at the FairNone of the uniforms are cleanThe yellow mixes inwith the dirtand the black polyesteron a hot dayThere are missing teethand missing hygieneand none of us would trustthe carnival ride operators alonewith our kids for a minute yet we let them strap in our childrenon three bit rides and standbehind the gatehoping nothing and no one snapsWe do what our parents didfeed the kids before handso we can margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-64455841870876951122010-07-26T22:00:00.000-07:002010-07-26T23:38:47.638-07:00Pepper's Old HouseUsed to be I turned off the highwayand I’d see Pepper’s house.Sometimes I wouldn’tsee her for daysthen I’d see her walkingher dog or taking a quickwalk around the neighborhoodin a thousand year old Go-Gos t-shirt she bought at the Roxy one original nightWe never even talked muchI just liked knowing somewhere near myhouse was a woman in charge ofherself and that perhaps there’d be two votes in ourmargaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-91042384427338405822010-07-18T20:59:00.000-07:002010-07-18T21:04:13.906-07:00thought on a trailI have no catastrophefor younot your damsel in distresshellnot even your damselI wouldn’t call youif you were thelastwell that’s because I don’tknow how to use a phone get tripped upon are you there.sometimes i vanishsometimes you dosometimes it’s just translucencesometimes it’s we’re throughsee what you made me do?i have nothing to tell youthat you don’t knowyou have nothing to tell methat you margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-21514265946524172092010-07-16T16:26:00.000-07:002010-07-18T22:11:20.764-07:00Ariel made us write on JealousyI am jealous of people with complete attention spansI am jealous of self centered people because I don't have the stamina for thatI am jealous of people who do not obligate themselvesI am jealous of published writers whose parents were in the business and then write about how hard it was to break in.I am jealous of thin people with bad eating habitsI am jealous of people who can turn down free margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-46483128608307792702010-07-15T00:51:00.000-07:002010-07-15T00:56:04.382-07:001 AM NeighborIt’s 1 amI should be in bedthat’s not even a separate thoughtI can’t sleep thoughthe neighbor down the wayi can hear him sawing woodboards and swearingmotherf__ker and I’ll show youI keep waiting for the copsbut they haven’t been calledone neighbor calls the cops on the nice family with thebarking dogs all the timebut this is differentthis is a pissed off guy at 1 amwith a chain sawso no one margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-18851558794916174132010-07-11T21:03:00.000-07:002010-07-11T21:10:25.552-07:00Recipe for Making Kids Go to Bed EarlyThree hours of swimmingon a summer afternoonkids asleep before 7!Of course that means thatI am uselessand watching films that depress and inspire.I am amused that Capitalism: A Love Story israted R. There’s no sex, no violence, no foul languagebut of course---the subjectis truth. truth is dangerousearly i read anti-mexican commentsby friends and neighbors onfacebook. lovely. it’s been that sort margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-14920180201906340352010-07-06T19:39:00.000-07:002010-07-06T19:40:12.287-07:00Come and PlayMy story Come and Play is the fifth story in this online edition of Antique Children: http://antiquechildren.com/margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-17856042045515086482010-06-27T01:14:00.000-07:002010-06-28T10:49:14.112-07:00SoundsSoundsFirst sounds of the morning:The woodpecker and the bluejays. He is hitting the telephone pole in short staccato Morse code. The blue jays are jabbering away and mocking the sounds of other birds for confusion. He is already downstairs. I never hear him wake. I just hear the door close when he leaves. I hear my son playing at the foot of the bed and my daughter who has come into my bed in margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-91411093043031568202010-06-04T23:54:00.000-07:002010-06-05T00:29:42.888-07:00Friday nightsi think of him wandering aimlesslycar to bar to car to couchwaiting for the end of the monthwhen she says enoughI want to tell him but he knowsI would be the leaverI would never make him goI saw a woman today who thinks she might hate meI do esoteric things speak upcause problems,research, remark that the sky todayis too much like childhoodI saw a woman I don’t much care forshe’s not under margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-62261810551605062382010-06-01T14:03:00.001-07:002010-06-01T14:03:51.829-07:00A preludeI harbor the illusion that I am completely normal. I feel normal. Nothing about my life doesn’t feel normal—whatever that is. I hang out with artists, with writers, with children, with drunks. That creates somewhat of a buffer between me and the rest of the world. I teach kids who are on the edge of disasters both real ones made by their caustic parents and the disasters made in their heads. I margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-44035873085755752622010-05-16T11:37:00.000-07:002010-05-16T11:50:48.053-07:00Facebook Cut and PasteHow come all the cut and paste and put this in your status updates make me cringe?This was this mornings:“There's a police officer helping someone, working the streets, day or night, to keep you safe. That police officer is missing their family while caring for yours. Police officers all over the world are saving lives.♥ It's Police Officer appreciation week. Repost if you are a police officer, margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-55210546626899189882010-05-09T12:00:00.000-07:002010-05-09T12:32:30.826-07:00Mother's DayMotherhoodwas never my goalit was a conscious actof death and resurrectionI never wanted the old me to die--and I wasn’t up for sacrificeI think in particular todayof women who have knownthemselves to be fully humanrealized beingsthose rare womenwho chose motherhoodin less than optimal circumstancesor unexpected circumstancesor in defiance ofmothers without moneywithout partnerswithout margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-54826234384801439642010-05-07T00:07:00.000-07:002010-05-07T00:19:29.530-07:00New AgainFreshly overand startedand over and startedit no longer requires dreamsthose things are–––now i’m left with timing and billsand––––sweet drives through mountain passesa bedfull of children and cats and himand sometimes watching as youdo so much i don’t know where to over and started and overthere is hope somewherethere is serenity----tomorrow i go to the riveri will sit on the porch of the margaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368785358626251898.post-72448796870501130212010-05-06T12:41:00.000-07:002010-05-06T20:54:43.569-07:00The End Creeps SlowlyI tell them verballyI write it on the boardI put it on the websiteI give it to them in a handoutthey askwhat are we doing? when did you say that?well i didn’t come to school so why do i have to do it?where is the ropeend is here next to memargaret e garciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448078301666499913noreply@blogger.com0