Love poem for Valentine’s Day – Rumba-lady’s wrap

Rumba — lady’s wrap

I’m a fox and he has his hands
on me. I step back, wild.
He moves closer, twists somehow
and I’m curled in his arm,
walking forward.

I have no idea how I got here.

She says, now turn her again
and he unwraps me like a candied chocolate.
An exotic pear, un-netted.
A hairpin slipped loose.
I try to dance away
but he catches me
easily.

I’d say I was lost but it would be a lie.
The music is a leash and he is
turning me again.
I’m trapped
against his other side, walking backwards,
dizzy as a maple seed.
He pivots
and I follow.
I am a kite on a string.
Horse and halter. He smiles into the wind
and I let him let me go
into a double chassé.
Suddenly I am a stray balloon.
A missing key.

A dropped penny, desperate for him
to scoop me back up.

first appeared in Diode v5n2

Posted by

Christine Klocek-Lim

Posted on

February 12, 2013

Posted under

Poetry, poetry announcement, Prose

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Poet in Residence at Touch: The Journal of Healing

For the past year, I have had the privilege of writing for Touch: The Journal of Healing as its Poet in Residence. I wrote a series of three essays focusing on the journals concept of Evolution into Insight: Experience. Intent. Craft.

It has been my pleasure to work with the editors, O.P.W. Fredericks and Daniel Milbo. Their friendship and editorial insight elevated my prose in a way I couldn’t have managed on my own.

If you’d like to read the essays, here are links to all three.

Experience – Evolution into Insight

Intent

Craft

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Christine Klocek-Lim

Posted on

February 4, 2013

Posted under

rambling, total awesomeness

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How to break everything electronic

For the first time in my life, I managed to make enough money writing to buy myself a new computer (mostly because I didn’t have to buy food with the money). I didn’t need a new computer. I have a perfectly awesome desktop computer which has served me well (an iMac): namely, it enabled my writing, which enabled my ability to buy its smaller and sleeker sibling-a MacBook Air.

The laptop is incredible. I love it. It’s going to help me write more stuff, more often, more places, which is cool.

What’s not cool is the hideous technology fail in which I unwittingly embroiled my husband and I this weekend. See, I’ve been using computers since 1987. This means that not only do I have a million email accounts, I also have two Apple IDs. This has been driving me crazy for years. This weekend we tried to merge them (an impossibility, but moving all my shit to one iCloud/Apple ID was possible). It all went pretty smoothly, until our calendars refused to share.

My husband, who is an extremely awesome dude, spent several hours on the phone with Apple’s customer support. Now, you must understand, my husband DESIGNS software/hardware for a living. Usually, he makes electronic devices beg for mercy when they give us trouble, but this problem refused to go belly up. After hours on the phone and countless insane attempts at stabbing in the dark, we left the Apple folks stymied. They think it is a bug in iCloud and have passed on all our data to their engineers who will debug the issue.

Let me reiterate: I broke Apple’s iCloud.

They will be calling us back after they reprogram the world.

Anyway, through all this, I have to admit, Apple’s support was top-notch. They didn’t assume we had no idea how to turn on our stuff. They didn’t assume we broke our stuff by pouring coffee on it. They ASKED MY HUSBAND for advice about password storage. So, you know, that was kind of funny.

I still love my new laptop. Or netbook. Or ultra-whatever-the-heck you want to call it. I’m sitting on my dining room sofa composing this post and it’s cool, so, it’s doing its job brilliantly. My neck thanks me.