This one is a bit of a cheat. I'm not sharing a blog link from this year only, because they were transferred here with a whole month on each page. You could go find them if you were compelled to. The picture links are broken, though.
In 2005 our world changed a lot. It was awesome, then it was awful, then there was some awesomeness in the midst of the awfulness. Which was awful. Oh, and I turned 40.
Here's me shoveling snow in early 2005:
New York Harbor
slice of lime
I walk differently on New York streets,
everything hums erotic vibrations
through the soles of my feet.
Carnival of Words
Looking at you in a funhouse mirror
It's shatter-proof, smear-proof
On a carousel spinning,
Artificial breeze soothes
Ride over too soon.
Ferris Wheel stops at the top,
car rocks and I sway,
unsteady and unnerved til you point out the view
It's wide and breath-taking
and I never want to come back down.
Slave to your will, or mine?
I can lean back and close my eyes,
or grip your shoulders and draw a sharp path
straight through your pupils.
The shouts are all shut up in my head
and I do not force them out by throat and tongue,
rather with fingernails, teeth, taunting pressure
holding, locking you into position;
It's always at least a draw
where the spoils are shared, exchanged,
given in love and taken by need—
like rain, or shelter from cold.
This is from the prologue of my first NaNoWriMo attempt. I say attempt because I can write 50k words in a month, but never seem to write a complete story...
I couldn't help myself. As she headed for the newsstand, I scribbled on the back of a receipt I found in my purse and then got up, walked past him quickly, dropping the receipt at his feet, and kept on going out of the park. My heart was racing, but I didn't look back.
The note said, "Meet me in front of Trump Tower in an hour." And he did.
He just walked right up to me and spoke, "She's visiting an old school friend, and we're getting back together for dinner at 7."
I said nothing, just pointed toward Central Park, smiled, and took off across the street, as he followed behind, jogging a little to keep up.
I had never before spoken to him in person, and just didn't know how to begin. It seemed so important to get the words exactly right, even if they were meaningless. So I remained silent until that began to feel absurd. We had a few hours, this one day out of forever, not to be wasted away on shyness.
"An eternity in one long breath. That's how the days seem right now. Like we're all exhaling, and when our lungs finally empty, and it's time for drawing in again, well."
I stopped, realizing I must sound a little crazy, speaking the truth hardly anyone dared voice aloud these days. That's me, from shy to overly vocal in one careless move.