January 17, 2026

A true snow day.

People who read my blog must think I am weepy a lot.  I really am not and I certainly don't cry often, but I do experience every emotion that goes through me at rapid succession.

Last night Kevin posted the GoFundMe to support me receiving Annie's car.  The response was  so amazingly cool.  It's hard not to weep when the world  comes to your side so quickly, and I don't mean just those who are always there for me, whose existence let me have mine, but ones who have slipped in and given and said nice things and joined the people that stand behind me.  It is so lovely, it is moving.  I kind of want to do little bios on a couple people, but I won't.  Just know, that I am so touched by it all, I am so utterly grateful.  I am so pleased to be appreciated for my smile and the things that I share with my communities.  I am so full tonight.

The other tidal wave of this week has been peoples' responses to Jay's passing.  I have had so many people reach out from all over  the place to tell stories, to share memories, to remind me  why I have loved the man for over 50 years.  It makes me so sad that he found it so hard to be in this world when it is so clear he brought joy to so many.

Now look, I know he was an old curmudgeon and that he fucked up in a lot of places.  He was no where near perfect, but he was good and he did spread good. 

I've been in touch with Moonpie Press in Maine who carries his chapbooks.  If you are interested, you can go to their website. 

I got word about several Marlboro College alums with new pieces of work just placed on sale.  

Vaune Trachtman  - Now Is Always, photobook at Storymatic

Lloyd King - new release, can listen to cut on FB.  or at lloydbking.com   

 

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I think I will have mobility before the end of this week.  I am definitely getting out more.  I did a lot from this house this week and I got all but one goal completed which I will do Monday morning.  I  am kind of amazed at how easily overwhelmed I get, but if I turn off,  rest and then come back to it I seem to be able to plow through.   

I hope I get some snow pics tomorrow.  

Sleep well everyone and thank you so much for being in my corner.

Poem by Jay C. Davis

Dear Barbie

Here, eat, I've made you some salad.
Watercress and walnut oil, but just
a little...I know how hard it must be
to keep up your diet, and stay

looking the way you do. Your legs,
so impossibly long, bring me to
remember the first time I saw you
without your clothes. It's when I knew
I wanted to grow up.

Your insouciant optimism inspires me,
as well as how good you look even
as you pass your fortieth birthday !

You're an inspiration for me to put
on a pressed shirt in the morning
and find a tie with nice colors. Today
I want to look good, and maybe
you'll notice me.

I'll never be impolite in your presence,
and you're the only woman who could
ever make me consider quitting smoking.

You'd do well to ditch Ken, that pig,
who I've heard now wants to get
to know Skipper. And he has other
questionable qualities, too. I actually
found the guy in my daughter's room
dressed up to party in your clothes !

I'm glad you don't let it bother you
that so many women shun you
for being shallow and vain,
and the men think you're stupid.
We know better, don't we....let them talk.

I'll give you what you deserve, the benefit
of the dignity and respect that forty years
of being with the kids entitles you to.
Marry me, Barbie.