Cool-Ass Shizz

Or, what I am in love with for the next five minutes.
1) Sweet potato fries. Which, more literally, are baked, but sweet potato bakes sounds odd. Anyway, I had forgotten about the existence of such things, and then remembered and have consumed 3 whole sweet potatoes this week. This could be construed [...]

Today is the second day of the rest of my life

No, seriously.  The time has come to get off my ass and get moving and stop eating entire pans of brownies (see my fat girl confession).  So E and I have embarked upon a walking routine as of yesterday, 3 miles around Bluff Point every morning while Boyo is at school, and we’ve started working [...]

In which I get up on my high horse and then fall down for lack of anything good to say.

I want to write a million things and can’t think of any of them right this second. The incident in Virginia yesterday, the various books I’m reading, the weather - all combining into a sort of useless head-muck today. I feel like not writing about or really reading about what happened at VA [...]

Holy!

I just went and checked my blog stats because, you know, I’m lame like that and obsessed about how people get here and how many people get here.  (Hello, googlers looking for Meredith Viera’s feet and tiger lilies - so many of you! - and domineering boyfriends!!)  And, my god, there are people who have [...]

Goodbye poetry month

So, yeah, that was a boring idea. Also I suck at posting every day, even if I don’t have to write the posts. Oh, well.
Back to your regularly scheduled bloggy goodness. Which, today, includes me telling you what I think of the Regina Spektor album (so behind the times with the music!), [...]

April 6th poem

in just-

in Just-
spring       when the world is mud-
luscious the little
lame balloonman
whistles       far       and wee
and eddieandbill come
running from marbles and
piracies and it’s
spring
when the world is puddle-wonderful
the queer
old balloonman whistles
far       and       wee
and bettyandisbel come dancing
 from hop-scotch and jump-rope and
it’s
spring
and
     the
             goat-footed
balloonMan       whistles
far
and
wee
 
- e.e. cummings

April 5th Poem

Doing Laundry on Sunday
So this is the Sabbath, the stillness
in the garden, magnolia
bells drying damp petticoats
over the porch rail, while bicycle
wheels thrum and the full-breasted tulips
open their pink blouses
for the hands that pressed them first
as bulbs into the earth.
Bread, too, cools on the sill,
and finches scatter bees
by the Shell Station where a boy
in blue denim [...]

April 4th Poem

I Go Back to May 1937
I see them standing at the formal gates of their colleges,
I see my father strolling out
under the ochre sandstone arch, the
red tiles glinting like bent
plates of blood behind his head, I
see my mother with a few light books at her hip
standing at the pillar made of tiny bricks,
the wrought-iron gate [...]

April 3rd Poem

Dharma
The way the dog trots out the front door
every morning
without a hat or an umbrella,
without any money
or the keys to her doghouse
never fails to fill the saucer of my heart
with milky admiration.
Who provides a finer example
of a life without encumbrance —
Thoreau in his curtainless hut
with a single plate, a single spoon?
Gandhi with his staff and [...]

April 2nd Poem

I Remember
By the first of August
the invisible beetles began
to snore and the grass was
as tough as hemp and was
no color–no more than
the sand was a color and
we had worn our bare feet
bare since the twentieth
of June and there were times
we forgot to wind up your
alarm clock and some nights
we took our gin warm and neat
from [...]