Monthly Archives: December 2011
Falling into Sleep
There are some days left of 2011. I’m still vegan and sober and blahbadey blahbadey blah I’m not the best vegan I’ve ever met, but Lord knows I’ve tried. Tofu cream cheese tastes like spackle. There I’ve said it. He … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, vegan
Tagged almond milk, cheese tastes, cream cheese, taper candles, time keepers, wine bottles
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Taconic at Night
shhh the rain the carousel and flushed faces of men in suits and women laughing Samson sits at the sliding glass door watching puddles break lit by white lights wrapped around our old fence We are tourists in our own … Continue reading
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Tagged bedroom windows, clavicle, columbia country, craryville, defeatist, faces of men, men in suits, rainy nights, suits and women, taconic state parkway, tourists
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Sunday Evening
Something about slow cooking; onions first, chicken broth, tiny meatballs for the kids. Israeli couscous, basil, garlic, fresh parsely, chives, carrots, celery. Everything in the pot. Three Balthazar baguettes, the first sliced with plastic butter knife. The last two ripped … Continue reading
Posted in Food, Poetry, trinity grace church
Tagged glue sticks, israeli couscous, magic gloves, mud truck, tiny meatballs
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Sunday Morning
Table pushed against heating pipe between white wall and brick. Caitie’s crystal platter smeared with cream cheese and Red Velvet remnants. Goat cheese log nearly gone, Gouda plastic rind next to red wine cork on bread plate. Spilled whiskey smell … Continue reading
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Tagged bread plate, cream cheese, fur coat, goat cheese, stargazer lilies, wine cork
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Tonight in Long Island!
Come for the food, the poetry, or just because it’s Long Island. I’m featuring with the brilliant Deborah Hauser from 7-10 and would love to see you there.
Posted in Performance, Poetry
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Soho
I’m fighting sickness with Starbucks. Soy chai tea misto in Soho before Diana’s show. She told me she painted my portrait and would I come see her work? The D train to Broadway Lafayette got crowded. No one’s hips liked … Continue reading
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Tagged fighting sickness in new york, gallery in soho, peppermint mocha, skinny, starbucks, top shop, tourists in nyc, whipped cream
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Road Dreams
Go to sleep sweet one. Forget the road paint and poetry for now. Colours are turning into shapes. Dream of pink, the color that drips down the walls of the hall you will be seen in. You will be seen. … Continue reading
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Wake Up
It started with Bach. Then I pressed snooze, throat still slick with sick. Ten minutes later the alarm played through me again. My mother is a clock inside me. Look at the books lining our brick walls until my eyes … Continue reading
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Tuesday Again
I close my eyes, drop soba noodles into boiling water. The sky in Harlem is steam rolling over brick. water unzips my jacket. A repeating refrain It needs a fine edit. I watch him bite his lip, look down to … Continue reading
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