Category Archives: fall

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

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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

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Statement of Purpose

This is the time to work on my statement of purpose. I am told it will be the hardest thing I ever write. That’s not crippling, really. It’s is 7:14 a.m. My sweater is laid over the couch near the … Continue reading

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Jackson Sunday Morning

Miriam and I wake up to Man in the Mirror While we are dancing and cleaning, the roommates, one by one come in and shake their heads. Shhh they say, it’s Sunday, We never get to sleep. Miriam and I … Continue reading

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Forecast

Should I ride today? I put my bike under the tarp last night mud splattered coat near the laundry but who can ever tell if it will rain, and if that rain will be too much to ride through? It … Continue reading

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Give Over

Leaving for Warwick, still a little motion sick from the B train this morning. Reading and writing papers while commuting is the new black. It is Tuesday. I am a fish on land. A sea creature with legs. This must … Continue reading

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11.11.11

Don’t be so oversensitive. The curtains will be put up in good time. The shadows from the cage around the windows falls when the moon is full. Am I swimming? My hands are cold when I ride my bike, but … Continue reading

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Hungarian Pastry Shop

I took the corner table (always will) Apricot pastry (probably vegan) Chai tea (soy milk) Everything punctuated with hands when I’m tired. Fish came and listened (I’m crazy when I’m tired) And then I made her talk some too. The … Continue reading

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Twenty-three

I think about God I am a woman I wear clothes that are sometimes too comfortable Is my body changing already? When do I get old? I ask questions the same questions differently Will I be a better writer when … Continue reading

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