So yesterday there I am at the Santa Monica Urth Cafe sitting by the window munching my way through the finest Half-Sized Fruit Plate ever – oh good grief those mangoes – and working on my new up-and-coming course teaching people who ‘suck at meditation’ my simple easy technique for getting all the lovely calming […]
You Should Like Totally Meet My Friend Bob and His Mental Health
Whenever I see this poem it reminds me of a funny friend of mine who one day when I was trying to sell my house and had this painting lying around advised me to get rid of my man hating poem. Which is the kind of thing that can happen when you only read the […]
On Being the Queen (or King) of Your World
There’s nothing like coming to a different country or doing some challenging thing like being by yourself for a long time without all your regular friends and dogs (Yes I still miss you) to dredge up some of the less pretty things you think about yourself, the things that can sometimes get obscured by your […]
Sneaky Lisa Writes a Sneaky Poem About Poetry
Well, maybe not too many I mean, what harm are they doing. But no doubt there are a lot. And now there is one more.
I Love Me I Love Me I Love Me
This is one of my favourite inspirational cards (from my deck of Life Cards). Which is why I painted it up all big and with more colours and some extra words. All the I love you bits at the end are because sometimes I need a little extra love to remind me ‘ah hello, could […]
How to Learn to Draw Good
Meet Ed my very patient teacher.
Three things you'll find at the bottom of my garden … including a squirrel!
[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_HpFDPk7rP0&w=560&h=315] In New Zealand we grew up reading books from America or England with ‘woodland creatures’, birds we’d never seen and Christmas in the winter time. I asked someone the other day nervously, hoping they wouldn’t guess I didn’t know the answer, about the situation with chipmunks. As in were they real?
I Heart Bukowski
Just spent two hours in a cafe on Windward reading Bukowski and writing a poem about reading Bukowski. The picture above is from yesterday, when I wasn’t feeling so Bukowski.
A Monkey and Me, Santa Monica, California
Some people protest with placards … me, I go home and write a sternly worded poem. This post is dedicated to monkeys being made to look like monkey’s on 3rd Street Promenade, Santa Monica, California.
SPSS Eat My Gay American Shorts …
PS: SPSS is a stats program. Which I only know about since once upon a time I did stuff like that.