A Card Catalog

Weep no more, little love-notes, your shoebox homes are safe from Dewey's decimals.

I have found a prettier way to index.

brings out softness, tenderness, vulnerability in me

brings out softness, tenderness, vulnerability in me

7 items from a list for love
you see both darkness and light, but project more of the latter
not overly devoted to your moods
voice to wrap myself in (strong voice)
make your own fun
dynamic, not in suspended animation waiting for a muse to activate you
freckled body or otherwise compelling skin (sight, touch, smell)
alert, turned on, tuned in

7 items from a list for love

  1. you see both darkness and light, but project more of the latter
  2. not overly devoted to your moods
  3. voice to wrap myself in (strong voice)
  4. make your own fun
  5. dynamic, not in suspended animation waiting for a muse to activate you
  6. freckled body or otherwise compelling skin (sight, touch, smell)
  7. alert, turned on, tuned in

a list for love

At the end of 2010 I went on a string of first/second/third dates.  While getting dressed for these encounters, I slipped into an altered state that the Pintupi might call being “in the Dreaming.” My visions of that evening’s love interest were so specific they seemed preverbal, preconscious, arising from within or beyond. On slips of paper, I started to record what I was seeing, as the Pintupi do. From within the Dreaming, their Seers annotate the spirit realm thru dashes and dots radiating over entire canvases—these paintings become symbolic maps that guide them in waking life, when extrasensory vision is dormant. Instead of channelling my date-night juju into dot-paintings, I made a list for love. Later, I realized the list I wrote “in the Dreaming” was not hocus pocus or ESP, rather an exercise in introspection. My visions encoded values and desires about love, duh, cause I projected onto near-strangers qualities I’d most want in a mate! Clarifying what I want has been oh-so-helpful already, and so I tack up one item at a time like a booster-shot to keep myself focused; the path to my heart, clear. 

item the first: you see both darkness and light, but project more of the latter.

When I was in high school, Mr. Cunningham (my brother’s 6th grade teacher) gave me this mix-tape.  Now I am a woman of heart and mind.

Planner, senior year of high school. 
1. Not sure what my Columbia mistake was, but I’m glad I fixed it!
2. Buying bulbs shows up all over my lists from the past eight years or so.
3. “heart-to-heart with jordan.” check!
4. so I must’ve really hated physics, huh?

Planner, senior year of high school. 

1. Not sure what my Columbia mistake was, but I’m glad I fixed it!

2. Buying bulbs shows up all over my lists from the past eight years or so.

3. “heart-to-heart with jordan.” check!

4. so I must’ve really hated physics, huh?