Thursday, December 01, 2011

This was on my list of places to go before leaving Colorado
and I was putting it off.

This is Bowman the Showman.
He lived near me growing up.
I would see him at competitions, a strong and wild skater.
It occured to me, but only like two weeks ago,
that my first introduction to boys was in this context,
in tights and rhinestones, muscles flying around glittering.

He died a couple months ago
alone in a hotel room.

They have this Warhol of Dorothy Hamill there.

Here's my coach's daughter and Robert Wagonhoffer,
a beautiful golden haired boy who brought disco to the rink,
played it loud and did his amazing moves and got in trouble.
The first to land a quad in practice.
Later his partner died of AIDS and then so did he.

This is Janet Lynn. I used to have a color copy of this publicity photo.
I had it completely memorized. I didn't like her skating but I saw my opposite in her,
blond, round and that kind of smile.

things other people want for you

loving nicely made boots, the smell of the sponge material on the tongue
that kept the leather from digging into your shin, but it did anyway, along
the edges. And, the smell of moleskin, spandex, refrigeration.

And then this, Scott Hamilton's unitard on the way out the door.
I wished I hadn't seen it all truncated and itchy looking.

Friday, October 01, 2010

Thursday, September 30, 2010

A house I lived in, a 1700's parsonage.
In sixth grade falling out the willow tree in the back
on September 30, 1981 at 7:30 pm in my favorite clothes which were later cut off me
& spent a month in the hospital
then six weeks in the bottom left room in this picture
coming home to orange October light I couldn't recognize our street
I spent weeks spying through all the rooms. I found a box of 78's and very old scissors
I borrowed my godfather's gritty crime novels
which I didn't understand. I tried to get the jokes in the daily strips,
to figure out Garfield. I tried to domesticate a cat from the barn
but she would only stay in the crawl space catching mice and didn't need food. I asked for a fox.
I practiced tap dancing in the reflection of a large window
wide plank new england floors. Doctors, lawyers, us.
The barn and all the mangled treasure.
Trying to juggle with my arm in a sling.
My brother wouldn't take off his blue coat, and he got nicknamed blueberry muffin.
I was happy when the bus dropped him off
but he would come home depressed about the jerks at school
and my sister was always angry.
The witchiest new england halloween
I was an alien in green tights and my arm in tin foil
on the dark side road by the strawberry farm.

Saturday, July 31, 2010

Monday, July 19, 2010

Thursday, July 08, 2010

Monday, July 05, 2010

Wednesday, June 30, 2010


Sunday, May 09, 2010

Happy Mother's Day Mom, Pam & Marina!!!! xoxoxo from the desert, Noel

Saturday, May 08, 2010

Sunday, April 04, 2010

I want it to be associated only with graphics,
the graphics of certain chicks on certain ponds.
Or, Ukranian women
wax painting patterns of helping hands on eggs
helping paws, soft goose feet
no savior and no sunday.

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Friday, February 12, 2010