words and photo booth moments

before you--

2011-08-03T22:51:00.000-07:00

before you focus on that right before youmoment it's that oneyou have herebefore you--

still-- swaying

2011-05-17T17:02:00.000-07:00

c h a n d e l i e r s as always still on the floor . in my mind . . . hanging fixed--on a pristine golden ceiling above

a pile of paper napkins and no recent blog posts...

2011-05-13T10:13:00.000-07:00

write. sinking in often bleeding through thin paper napkins under hand for words when need-- deep-- the pen digs in; delicate and quick-- napkin tissue tears, times where words come to mind fast and hard. sinking in bleeding under hand for words through delicate times and tears hard to-- pen digs in: mind; paper napkins (deep in messes or simply creased in unassuming piles) delicate and

And drank coffee, and talked for an hour. / Bin gar kine Russin, stamm' aus Litauen, echt deutsch.

2011-04-04T10:42:00.000-07:00

April is the cruellest month, breedingLilacs out of the dead land, mixingMemory and desire, stirringDull roots with spring rain. ....but it IS national poetry month... so i'll try to post some of my young writers' latest throughout the month ...because, well, in their words, they rock! There is shadow under this red rock, (Come in under the shadow of this red rock),And I will

did you catch that

2011-04-01T20:32:00.000-07:00

how can the day go when you sat and watched it and did you do so much yet does it and do you have to show and will you look around now or back and stand up it's eight again how can the day go when you with you without you how can the day go when you sat and watched it and did you do so much yet does it and do you have to show and will you look around now ••• now ...about last post :{ just a

shhh uhhhh I mean ahh and to think, bad writing and grammar drive me crazy. AND I TEACH WRITING FOR GOODNESS SAKE AHHHH

2011-03-15T15:59:00.000-07:00

after all this time.... in th midst of a really painful migraine where I'm typing most of this with my eyes closed (haha I mean seriously I should leave it for you as only auto correct intended that would be awesome) anyway where was I oh yes.. only at this incomvoeniwnrnv hHaha ok I left that one for ya, only at this inconvenient mime... Iran ugh i mean time seruov seriously mauby I cannot post

the old it was a dark and stormy night line

2010-11-02T14:35:00.000-07:00

at the newspaper meeting last friday (before halloween), dressed in costumes, i had the kids use their stormy creativity on the old "it was a dark and stormy night..." line, taking it places it had never been... DO something with it, i told them, like, something, different, from a noise scratching at the window etc... i knew they were capable (and frankly, they knew it too.)

six words hammered into brass

2010-10-19T01:00:00.000-07:00

hinged on all that was not

scarlet

2010-10-12T01:16:00.000-07:00

warmth perched upon october nights the nightingale of hours summer song

and leaves

2010-10-08T19:42:00.000-07:00

"Praise and blame, gain and loss, pleasure and sorrow come and go like the wind. To be happy, rest like a giant tree in the midst of them all." [buddha]

splintered yellow

2010-10-04T22:50:00.000-07:00

i imagine; it wasn't like this when you looked back photo credit: chantal

keep track

2010-10-04T22:44:00.000-07:00

trainridesongspastskipstepswrongdirectionfollowedplansneverlaid keptrunningwalking under full moon half newfeet touch groundfootsteps tread over numbers eyes above stars movein motion music time seasonsplans rhythm skipslife turns ontracktracks

surrounds my skin indian summer warm nights still

2010-09-28T10:59:00.000-07:00

indian summer ready already fall fallen and air warm warmer so still --to wait and yet hold every whisper when darkness falls leaves warm to cool fall short shortness of breath to breathe too hot to think of it all now in the midst first last in medias res touch of indian summer endures as darkness comes to air too warm to notice notice notice holds us here and will endure whisper every hold

stop stopped

2010-09-20T22:43:00.000-07:00

breathless knocked-- [closed door] no answer. [six words] more of this poem here on: chandeliers on the floor six+ words: chantal photo credit: chantal pictured house painting: third-grade studentpictured polished fingernail: abby :)

chance for the unlucky

2010-09-16T08:56:00.000-07:00

i'll take my chance and stirring in strong coffee eyes-- is chance, you 're my chance. and as you know but never 'know' in french chance means luck. [so at least we've got that]

the many instructions on how to be josie

2010-09-15T13:44:00.000-07:00

my students are starting their own blogs!!!! i'm not only excited but laughing and smiling out loud as i read them. here i introduce you to the many instructions on how to be josie by one of my 11 year old students who has more projects going on at once than i do! and this is one of them. an in-depth character study, josie leos, is she real or fictional? or both? or does it matter... with almost

el view

2010-09-07T00:37:00.000-07:00

"Nonsense wakes up the brain cells. And it helps develop a sense of humor, which is awfully important in this day and age. Humor has a tremendous place in this sordid world. It's more than just a matter of laughing. If you can see things out of whack, then you can see how things can be in whack." [Dr. Seuss] photo credit : chantal

all--

2010-09-03T19:17:00.000-07:00

so write on the world's stage [six words] photo credit : chantal

second

2010-09-02T20:09:00.000-07:00

still remember last august turned september [six words] photo credit : chantal

how did it-- where did the-- ?

2010-08-16T20:41:00.000-07:00

"to live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else" e m i l y d i c k i n s o n photo credit: chantal

but in a break

2010-08-08T15:10:00.000-07:00

breaks underfoot moment comes over birds fly together loneliness escapes at a stoplight gaze across from-- peace of-- piece of-- mind-- art-- forms glides disperses turns around all in the dance back forward together soar again unison find that place in place never looks like what you-- thought it-- would when-- you-- first started-- to break

please use a coaster

2010-07-28T18:07:00.000-07:00

used to be the roller coaster now we simply coast, coasters holding tight letting go hands up it's not in them anyway never was after all down hill up hill screaming round holding breath side-to-side, only 'bout a minute and a half can feel like years can feel like it was meant to be, then walk away... side-by-side and the noise and quiet lights still shine on waves that crash in the ocean

over the edge. water under the--

2010-07-26T10:23:00.000-07:00

"the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop" jack kerouac over the edge. water under the-- [

scene

2010-07-22T18:35:00.000-07:00

it is. he was right, " all the world's a stage... " caught in the act but by a few, most walk on and along consuming without question thought-- second thought-- what's made us watch us perform so-- from behind big sunglasses no reflection glitter on bright screens starred envisioned watching the time forgot to look and to think-- but what's the purpose-- question-- so on and on...

every day, fathers

2010-06-20T21:17:00.000-07:00

"fathers are always asking kids what do they want to be when they grow up because they are still looking for ideas." --jack benny any day captures every day fathers [six words] x c photo and six words: chantal

crossing the path.. on the path

2010-05-18T23:09:00.000-07:00

staying out of the lines it really doesn’t matter where blurs blush turns to look could have happened anywhere any corner but this in passing and now--photos : by c

why isn't it just a waste of time

2009-09-06T20:50:00.000-07:00

the answer in yourhands puzzle pieces-- if this--or-- this-- but you know--haiku : by c : chandeliers on the floorphotos : by c : flickr

science is the new black

2009-09-03T15:47:00.000-07:00

my sister is starting a science blog. no— wait— don’t stop reading this— don’t run away or fall asleep!!! it’ll be good stuff, her target audience is people like me— a science blog with info that your average everyday chantal would come back to and actually want to read more of : science issues that concern, interest and touch all of us, and written by this incredible mix of charm and brains

scribbling what i know

2009-09-02T13:21:00.000-07:00

scribbling words spilling coffee cleaning up my messes scribbling coffee spilling poetry on napkins. i write.leaving traces of haiku on scraps of paper everywhere and working with young writers inspiring them through their own wordsphotos : by cmy haiku blog : chandeliers on the floormy new and old photos (suburban dust / parisian stuff / etc.) : flickrin the words of my students : writing from

blink-- you'll miss it

2009-09-01T15:44:00.000-07:00

photos : by cthe sun set sky blushedover busy streets wires crossedbirds sang traffic-- slowed-- insitu_init_page_photos_user_title_div('3874441419', 500);

in this light--

2009-08-30T13:34:00.000-07:00

photos : by cin time-- in words in silence --in every hour years light dark eyes and will---

the tunnel, the end, in this light--

2009-08-28T12:04:00.000-07:00

photos : by c well, maybe i used to have a really different sort of life a few years ago, the kind where people still tell me, wow that's the kind of life i only dream about, what was it like, it must have been amazing. and sure yes it was. these days i don't even mention it anymore. time to-- because-- you see, between that and the world constructed in my mind through creativity and words, and

--under construction--

2009-08-23T18:29:00.000-07:00

not the blog, just my mind.it's rather simple. like the old nokia cell phone i've reverted back to using in the past few weeks since my smaller more socially acceptable cell phone died. wires crossed uncrossed and now at rest. a little over a month on a new headache medication and the world seems to have slowed, calmed, nearly emptied-- through this view out the same sunglasses i always wear,

: : honey reflections : :

2009-07-14T09:12:00.000-07:00

i first posted this in november of last year,but it remains one of my personal favorite pieces,and i read it often, to remind myself of--whatever it is i need to be reminded of in that moment--and so i remind you--::Sitting in the car, he picks up the paper cup of cold coffee that’s been left in the cup holder all day long, and sips it, not registering any signs of displeasure in the taste (that

the balcony scene

2009-07-11T05:48:00.000-07:00

loyal waves crash touch laughter-- pull away with faith-- to return once more::and other times life sneaks up like a huge wave knocking me down, throwing me far off course and leaving me there to see the beauty that exists but just out of reach...all year long i thought the waves that would touch me this summer would be in maratea italy with all my friends to celebrate the marriage of two dear

missed chances :: express :: train de nuit

2009-06-28T14:25:00.001-07:00

.:: missed chances taking you where you belong on an old train found with the one you'd never dreamed of until today :::: until today you'd never dreamed of on an old train found with the one where you belongmissed chances taking you ::.image :: train de nuit the new chanel N°5 film mirrored poem by moi :: more here on my new blog

flight :: train de nuit :: haiku

2009-06-27T23:25:00.000-07:00

in the fresh hours of early light awoken soft from restless warmth you--image :: train de nuit the new chanel N°5 film haiku :: by moi :: more here on my new blog

forgive before forgotten :: train de nuit :: haiku

2009-06-27T23:21:00.000-07:00

dust off the window peer in-- the world still as it was we are could beimage :: train de nuit the new chanel N°5 film haiku :: by moi :: more here on my new blog

train station whispers :: train de nuit :: haiku

2009-06-27T22:49:00.000-07:00

train station whispersdusty windows glimpse glamourdays past our time glowsimage :: train de nuit the new chanel N°5 film haiku :: by moi :: more here on my new blog

still :: train de nuit :: haiku

2009-06-27T15:23:00.000-07:00

after all this-- train still passes in the distancein our distance-- still--image :: train de nuit the new chanel N°5 film haiku :: by moi :: more here on my new blog

somehow know :: train de nuit :: haiku

2009-06-27T15:15:00.000-07:00

there's a whisper in the air can't quite hear somehowknow-- it's about youimage :: train de nuit the new chanel N°5 film haiku :: by moi :: more here on my new blog

train de nuit

2009-06-27T06:17:00.001-07:00

train de nuit the new chanel N°5 film i know i'm late in writing about this and posting these simply breathtaking images, but i don't think anyone will mind. this new epic chanel N°5 film/commercial came out earlier in spring and though i've watched it many times since... last night/early this morning when i'd awoken with yet another headache, this served as a delicious distraction, i'm

knew all along

2009-06-25T06:19:00.000-07:00

that i would alwaysremember that you'd alwaysforget----::photo :: carla coulsonandrew crane :: paintinghaiku :: moimore of my haiku:: herex c

shadows in the distance-- light

2009-06-20T10:35:00.000-07:00

we're always meant for goodbye, again.#sixwordsmy poetry blog :: chandeliers on the floorjerry yoon :: image

and this..

2009-06-14T17:29:00.001-07:00

the poetry of everyday, every day. #sixwords ::

sitting amongst shadows of her memory

2009-06-12T23:34:00.000-07:00

a dear friend of mine who has with dignity, strength and grace been enduring an illness, has passed away. i sit holding the breath within me feeling this news envelop me still fresh though it has stood wavering on the edge of my thoughts lately. been writing tonight ever since i heard the news an hour or two ago, these thoughts and memories in no particular order have come over me and with the

the story of an hour

2009-06-11T14:11:00.000-07:00

words distort my clockhands swift-- at times-- stopped forget--at times-- watch the hours..which reminds me. please see my previous post titled the story of an hour and take a few min to read my very favorite short story of all time from which i borrowed the title the story of an hour by kate chopin.. it's haunting-- delicate-- touches me every time i read it...ok... gotta go or i'll be late for

flashlight :: flash fiction :: sparks fly

2009-06-09T15:02:00.000-07:00

i'm so invigorated by the concept and implications of the 'flash fiction' buzz. though i mostly write 'flash non-fiction' or 'flash reality fiction' or 'flash haiku' the notion surrounding this movement-of-sorts has me excited-- exhilarated-- like the h&m the zara of writing, and i'll take one in every color. now. right now...i've been participating in flash fiction via my blogs and especially

never easy..

2009-06-08T01:49:00.000-07:00

::blue sweater haiku::

2009-06-07T12:42:00.000-07:00

the bright blue sweater lightens my dark exterior don't always wear it::blue sweater #haiku series::my haiku :: herejulia galdo :: image

window curtain danced

2009-06-07T12:00:00.000-07:00

:: heard the whistle of :: the train in your eyes open :: window curtain danced ::more of my haiku::chandeliers::on::the::floor::image :: leigh :: jkl designs

the girl, the boy, behind the shadows

2009-06-05T22:53:00.000-07:00

chantal by cristian el chico de camisa moradaso my friend cristian likes to walk around with his camera and take pictures of everything and then never share them... i am now forcing him to slowly share them on my blog {until we get him on twitter or flickr or his own blog} today we came up with the name 'el chico de camisa morada' for obvious reasons, he was the guy sitting with me in the cafe,

friday

2009-06-05T13:12:00.000-07:00

andrew crane paints. he even does art on concrete..with words and numbers and immense creativity. i'm excited to check his site every day. and.. he's a really nice guy. go! look at his work!!! now!!! x c

2009-05-31T06:06:00.000-07:00

.fool! don't you see nowthat i could have poisoned you a hundred timeshad i been able to live without you!{cleopatra}...

::chandeliers::on::the::floor::

2009-05-30T21:42:00.000-07:00

carla coulson photoduring an unexpected detour {i still haven't arrived anywhere that even remotely resembles what i thought i'd have found by now} i tripped over a lot of things lying in my path to.... wherever i thought i was going...for instance, a month or two ago i was looking for a challenging poetry lesson for one of the young students that i tutor in writing. the idea of haiku crossed my

how everything turns away

2009-05-30T11:22:00.000-07:00

© Eni Turkeshi Photography About suffering they were never wrong, The Old Masters; how well, they understood Its human position; how it takes place While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along;How, when the aged are reverently, passionately waiting For the miraculous birth, there always must be Children who did

:: blue sweater haiku :: {.....and another sapphire remembrance}

2009-05-28T12:26:00.000-07:00

© Eni Turkeshi Photography :: the bright blue sweaterlightens my dark exteriorthen hang it back up ::i have this bright blue cardigan that i wear often because i love the color and it's a nice contrast to the consistently black wardrobe that hangs in my closet. the other day with my sister {when i was in santa barbara} we somehow got on the topic of my blue sweater, i was wearing it that day,

a sapphire remembrance is all i own--

2009-05-26T21:07:00.000-07:00

Five miles above the Atlantic, you fall into dreaming. Somewhere between Paris and San Francisco, the sky turns the colorof sapphire. by a fellow twitter poet {sam} who wrote this for me last week.{encore merci sam!} to see more of his sensitive and inspired writingcheck out his blog or follow him on twitter @semaphore1image via jerry yoon photography

like waves

2009-05-26T12:25:00.000-07:00

this is me......

2009-05-25T12:54:00.001-07:00

image by {one of my favs} carla coulsonthey can't understand doesn't make it easier to realize---::to realize---doesn't make it easierthey can't understand

cleverly disguised

2009-05-21T22:28:00.000-07:00

what i was going to say--

2009-05-20T05:24:00.000-07:00

grab my pen and write mundane things interrupt my--stare off-- where are you ::

a hush falls... on rue mademoiselle

2009-05-19T00:15:00.000-07:00

rough day. been meaning to write for the past few days... in fact, i've been doing so, been writing so much, just not posting recently. i will. the haiku have been flowing..... i will also be back to communicating with all of you, i haven't forgotten. but i'm writing this late night post {in lieu of sleeping off this headache} because i received some news just now that saddens and slightly