Saturday, November 12, 2016
Thursday, October 06, 2016
Wednesday, October 05, 2016
Knock-Knock
As she dawdled over breakfast (as my kids do err'yday)
she told me that when I had knocked on her window
to let her know "snooze" time was over
and that she needed to *wake up now*
the knocking had become a part of her dream.
(Someone was showing her a script
that had the words: "No, No, No"
And as they read it, they thumped the desk.)
P.S.
This photo is apropos of not much
but I keep it on my desktop
and it makes me smile.
_
Monday, October 03, 2016
Royal Blood
Story 1
After the parade with the other homecoming "court" families, I took the rained-on grandparents and younger sibs home to dry off, while Big A went to his night shift. So... At was all by himself when he was "coronated" as homecoming king. The video his teacher posted of the "coronation" makes me sad--At's standing all alone while all the other kids have at least one family member there.
Story 2
I've been getting out of puppy poop-picking up and other gross family chores by jokingly claiming that I have royal blood via the padma vellama Dorakanti heritage. I don't believe in all that B.S., obviously, and I was merely being facetious. But I didn't realize how seriously the youngest human in the family was taking it until the day A asked Nu to do her "peasant" chores and she rounded on him savagely and lashed out: "Yeah, Dad! I get it from *you*." This happened at least a year ago, but we're still laughing every time we quote it.
And that's it. Two stories connected tenuously by the theme of royal blood/me being awful.
_
Sunday, October 02, 2016
Wednesday, September 28, 2016
Saturday, September 10, 2016
A List
I hear you
empty hands,
open mouth,
at my back
I watch till all
the anger boils,
pops, peels, and
I have no choice
but to face you.
I fill my lungs
with screams,
devour the day.
_
empty hands,
open mouth,
at my back
I watch till all
the anger boils,
pops, peels, and
I have no choice
but to face you.
I fill my lungs
with screams,
devour the day.
_
Friday, September 09, 2016
New House
The trees tense like a tide
tunneling the sky's ocean
tree skin like coins peeling
from Lakshmi's lotus hand
Their roots keep buckling--
letters unpinning addresses
grow lichen hair, to honor
bodies/words not yet here
__
tunneling the sky's ocean
tree skin like coins peeling
from Lakshmi's lotus hand
Their roots keep buckling--
letters unpinning addresses
grow lichen hair, to honor
bodies/words not yet here
__
Thursday, September 08, 2016
The Ladies Finger
Don't know how I first came across it, but I love this blogzine--irreverent, honest, charming, and pathbreaking. It seems to be written and produced in India, but it's a great read for anyone with transnational feminist sensibilities.
Wednesday, September 07, 2016
First-Day-of-School Picture
Today, I dropped them off at school,
And later today, their picture makes me
look for them--a limp forerunner of our future
On Facebook,
it's people swearing (like with &%$# words)
how unbelievably big they've gotten
It's people remembering the 17-year-old
as a two-year-old clutching my hand
by the elevators
I want to lie down in the middle of my office,
close my eyes, and try to remember for myself
the years that are now ghosts
I swear they're the same from day-to-day
nevermind the stranger interpretations
my camera conjectures from year to year
*
And later today, their picture makes me
look for them--a limp forerunner of our future
On Facebook,
it's people swearing (like with &%$# words)
how unbelievably big they've gotten
It's people remembering the 17-year-old
as a two-year-old clutching my hand
by the elevators
I want to lie down in the middle of my office,
close my eyes, and try to remember for myself
the years that are now ghosts
I swear they're the same from day-to-day
nevermind the stranger interpretations
my camera conjectures from year to year
*
Tuesday, April 05, 2016
Does this nonsense end?
Prehistoric Massacre Hints at War Among Hunter-Gatherers
"The bones at the lake, in northern Kenya, tell a tale of ferocity. One man was hit twice in the head by arrows or small spears and in the knee by a club. A woman, pregnant with a 6- to 9-month-old fetus, was killed by a blow to the head, the fetal skeleton preserved in her abdomen. The position of her hands and feet suggest that she may have been tied up before she was killed."
It reminded me of the open of the second season of The Leftovers, a show I watched religiously, helplessly, piteously-sometimes asking the family to be extra kind to me because I'd be watching it that day.
Monday, April 04, 2016
Après le diner
It's not much, really.
But, I can tell
our week's dinner
from the small aches
the burns and scalds,
and nicks they wrought.
But it is the half-eaten plate
that brings heartache.
_
Sunday, April 03, 2016
Saturday, April 02, 2016
Thursday, March 31, 2016
Friday, March 25, 2016
Wednesday, March 23, 2016
Saturday, March 19, 2016
Friday, March 18, 2016
Thursday, March 17, 2016
Friday, March 11, 2016
Sunday, March 06, 2016
Saturday, March 05, 2016
Wishes (Jacob Philadelphia)
I've stashed this picture in so many folders...
that on my birthday, the kids printed it
off the internet again (Sorry, Pete Souza)
and stuck it a frame for me to hang.
I'm fine with a third term.
_
Friday, March 04, 2016
Wednesday, March 02, 2016
Wednesday, February 17, 2016
I'm so Cheesy
While talking to a student
whose thesis work is
a term late
I encourage her
to make it better,
to tweak her game-
-it's a home run!
you're in the home stretch!
(She's one of our softball players.)
*
Tuesday, February 16, 2016
Après le diner
It's nothing, really.
But, I can tell
But, I can tell
our week's dinner
from the small aches
the burns and scalds,
and nicks they wrought.
It is the half-eaten plate
that brings heartache
*
Monday, February 15, 2016
I may never say this again...
For the second time in as many months
I had a poetry reading
First at the MLA meeting in Jan
And today at the college
I'm a bit aghast at this unseemly
and narcissistic frequency
*
Monday, February 08, 2016
"Innerview"
We talk about
diurnal longitudinal
repositories of
emotional artifacts
one of which is
curiously draining
out of my brain
and into my curriculum
_
diurnal longitudinal
repositories of
emotional artifacts
one of which is
curiously draining
out of my brain
and into my curriculum
_
Friday, February 05, 2016
Thursday, February 04, 2016
Elections 2016
This or that--
I'm running away or
slowing/throwing down
in uncanny dashes
to interpret patches
of plaster and verse
But words in my mouth--
a delicate wheel of anger
will--still--demand love
_
I'm running away or
slowing/throwing down
in uncanny dashes
to interpret patches
of plaster and verse
But words in my mouth--
a delicate wheel of anger
will--still--demand love
_
Wednesday, February 03, 2016
Tuesday, February 02, 2016
Monday, February 01, 2016
The Drop-off
"Later."
Their bodies hurtling
planet-like
in entangled orbits
of school, activities,
space
Till they return just in time
still the same
slightly changed
don't go
(don't die)
don't grow (so fast)
The passing touch
of their known hands
surges, deluges,
cracks open my heart.
I've never been easier to love.
_
Their bodies hurtling
planet-like
in entangled orbits
of school, activities,
space
Till they return just in time
still the same
slightly changed
don't go
(don't die)
don't grow (so fast)
The passing touch
of their known hands
surges, deluges,
cracks open my heart.
I've never been easier to love.
_
Sunday, January 31, 2016
Friday, January 29, 2016
At Close
Waves lap
at the edges of the evening
claim me
in programmed high tide
Come close to breaking
over the shore
a scream or a chuckle
the coil of sleep or serpents
_
at the edges of the evening
claim me
in programmed high tide
Come close to breaking
over the shore
a scream or a chuckle
the coil of sleep or serpents
_
Wednesday, January 27, 2016
Perhaps, an Astronaut
How is your day going?
It's difficult to tell.
I imagine you up there
starlight as nightlight
watching sun and moon
rise together cheek by cheek
I imagine the brain
swelling in delight
even at old age
remembering easily
the children and their kisses
as they easily remember me.
_
Tuesday, January 26, 2016
In Attention
Sky is a tangle of broadcast
snow messages
unspool on the windscreen
up there the moon
opens up
undressing,
wisp by wisp.
_
snow messages
unspool on the windscreen
up there the moon
opens up
undressing,
wisp by wisp.
_
Tuesday, January 19, 2016
Monday, January 18, 2016
Moms Are Sooooooooooooooooo Embarrassing
The kids had the day off due to the weather, so I brought them and the young von Ws to the college for an MLK Day performance by Sojourner Truth Community Theater.
I was happy to smirk at At when he turned a worried face towards me when they started singing "We Shall Overcome." And Nu whispered in F von W's ear (presumably about the day before).
And then I was wiping away tears to "I have a Dream."
Happy MLK Day to me.
_
I was happy to smirk at At when he turned a worried face towards me when they started singing "We Shall Overcome." And Nu whispered in F von W's ear (presumably about the day before).
And then I was wiping away tears to "I have a Dream."
Happy MLK Day to me.
_
Sunday, January 17, 2016
Moms are Embarrassing
There was that moment when everyone was singing "We Shall Overcome" and my stupid face dissolved into silent tears. My sweet kids on either side of me didn't look too embarrassed, and actually helped me make sure I didn't have streaks before we walked out.
It's just been such a long time, you know--and here we are, still working on overcoming the same crap.
(Later in the evening, At did say the next time I bugged him about something, he'd call me "Church-weeper" so there's that.)
_
It's just been such a long time, you know--and here we are, still working on overcoming the same crap.
(Later in the evening, At did say the next time I bugged him about something, he'd call me "Church-weeper" so there's that.)
_
Monday, January 11, 2016
Saturday, January 09, 2016
Thursday, January 07, 2016
Tuesday, January 05, 2016
Monday, January 04, 2016
Sunday, January 03, 2016
Saturday, January 02, 2016
Friday, January 01, 2016
Thursday, December 31, 2015
The End
They'll be home from YS soon
And then night comes
or falls--depends
on whom you ask
Time to wrap babies and burritos
while birds dip their wings
in sunsets
and vanish
_
Wednesday, December 30, 2015
In Transit
the body remembers what it used to do
escapes as blithe as a toddler
no experience, no accomplices, no plan
only the trail to the door
like the first moment in the water when
my body seems soluble
held so sure and certain
then gone in a glint of sun
_
Tuesday, December 29, 2015
Monday, December 28, 2015
Saturday, December 26, 2015
Christmas Quartet
The kids gave me presents that blew me away.
Nu brought home a healthy recipe book (standard school issue parent present) in November when we had no holiday wrapping paper yet. She made this to wrap her present in:
At got me this because my RBG tee was fraying:
Nu gave me an extra present (because she loves me best of all!). It's a chocolate countdown calendar! (And she teamed it with a bag of chocolate she got her dad to buy for her.)
And Nu kept her creativity going by making the puppies a play yard:
My four kids are simply the best.
_
Tuesday, December 22, 2015
Friday, December 18, 2015
Thursday, December 17, 2015
Wednesday, December 16, 2015
Monday, November 30, 2015
Thursday, November 26, 2015
Tuesday, November 24, 2015
Saturday, November 14, 2015
Wednesday, November 11, 2015
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