Category Archives: Food
16 of 30. Grace before Sleep
Let me fall asleep while I tell you about Grace, and how she spoke so softly. She used to take me out and show me her favorite brands of jeans and dresses. She’d have me come to McDonald’s with her … Continue reading
8 of 30. Advice to young writers, I mean waiters
Work like no one’s watching. Like you are dancing toward the lemons. Dance toward the lemons and sing over your customers. Don’t let them hear you. Roll up your sleeves. Try not to spill water on your shirt when opening … Continue reading
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
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Tagged glue sticks, israeli couscous, magic gloves, mud truck, tiny meatballs
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we picked the meat off of bones
After baking the yams and stuffing the mushrooms, sliding tables outside together and dumping wet ash from the fire pit into the garden, between searing gizzards with garlic for gravy, and stopping to put on mascara, there were knocks at … Continue reading
Posted in fall, Food, Poetry
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Thanksgiving
It is just after nine. Sun splashed on faded brick fire escape and climbing Ivy of the building beyond our backyard. I’m still in bed. My clothes are on the floor, phone completely unusable on my night table. Today is … Continue reading
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Turning into Thanks
Tell me there is a better way to spend a day, than in prayer in the East Village, than in walking to Grey Dog with Benjamin, and watching Alec Baldwin go inside. Is there a better way to spend breakfast … Continue reading
26 of 31. It could have been
It could have been any other night but it was Friday and we could have gone anywhere else but it was Suzie’s and the food could have been anything else but it was chinese and he could have told me … Continue reading
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25 of 31. 2011
I don’t have faith in the poison, the phone is cracked in half held together with medical tape we are all dying the New York Times tells stories about the Middle East that obsucre mouthful of a place of places … Continue reading
16 of 31.
I keep getting emails from graduate programs telling me that I should check out their psychoanalysis and culture program or their anthropology program and I’m wondering if they are psychoanalyzing me and if that is why they think I would … Continue reading
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Tagged Boston Graduate School, deciding which grad school, Graduate Programs, mailing lists, phD, psychoanalysis
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8 of 31. Shift. (after Robert Creeley)
Says he wnts to try the lemongrass ginger tea. How is it? It’s awful, I say, but good for you, like how fish oil is awful but good for you. He smiles and orders it, asks for a side of … Continue reading
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Tagged customer service, fish oil, ginger tea, restaurant, waitress
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