Tuesday, March 10, 2015
One Stew to Carry it all and Cure Us
Monday, March 02, 2015
Compense
Saturday, March 15, 2014
Eat your Bath!
And Nu thought it was hilarious
saying stuff like:
"This bath is delicious!"
"I've eaten all my bath!"
You get it.
Monday, September 09, 2013
NuNu Love
Wednesday, September 04, 2013
Saturday, March 23, 2013
Misspeak
a head
of
in-certitude
curtained disdain.
Yellow is gold
is lemons
yellow is pages
is journalism
is cold Englishman's lyric
she says
planes, and trains
--not kind to my migraines
it rhymes, write the poem
I say
elastic-electric
forced
shudderin' end
ex-tension
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Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Once, twice
the closing of their heart
a landscape scaled to story
what if you knew everything
About why my sister looks like
my sister, the slap of silence;
the beating that is the phone ringing
The lament of memory in all
the half-remembered childhoods
what if those habits are only errands
dead from scorn; like butter asking
to be left out, sleepy in the sunlight
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Sunday, April 08, 2012
Sunday, October 02, 2011
Project
A day perfect in so many ways.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Somebody
Athena, Medea, Cambodia
and spiteful
walk crippled and curved
rainbows, Bowflex, Botox
and spatial
big pans of market moons
orbit unobstructed, doubled
in riddle
Sunday, September 11, 2011
One minute of rant; one moment of funny
I do have a very strong feeling that my squeaky vocal delivery and my default-setting smiles are interfering with everyone's ability to take my weltschmerzen seriously. That and the suspicion that everyone has fallen for my protestations: Really, you guys! Really! Cooking and cleaning up after and chauffeuring and entertaining a family of six while prepping and teaching and grading three courses (90 students; at least twenty seem to e-mail me every day) is nothing. Really, it's easy!
The teaching and a houseful of family IS fun and I'm sincere about being grateful to be able to do it. Then also, feels like there is something I could/should do to care for myself--but I don't know what. Therapy? A drug regimen? More than six hours of sleep? Not caring if the house looks ready for the photo team from Architectural Digest every fucking minute? That the kids get assigned and balanced calories at every meal? What?
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We're listening to the radio stories about 9/11 with tight throats and goosebumps. Amma breaks the spell with an earnest warning that none of us should go downtown today. Our
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Thursday, June 09, 2011
Thithi
give back
bring back the calls
call the hungry raven
to eat food
made for grandfather
the flicker of long ago
words echo
in my eyes
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Friday, May 27, 2011
Eating People is Wrong
But this month, when my subscription (thanks, friend L!) showed up, I knew I couldn't leave it out on the kitchen table the way I usually do with Bon Appetit's gorgeous food porn. This month, Gwyneth Paltrow is on the cover.
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Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Din
dinner on minds, in air
your hands are fish
your mouth is water
your belly pregnant
with fancy flames
tender are vegetables
lost in becoming language
steam stretches branches,
falls thick and everywhere
my voice finds its legs
and children, dinner is here
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Wednesday, April 06, 2011
Morning Recipe
ghosts in a sea of cinnamon tea
Quiet. Light bubbles, fills up,
curls in my cup--misty as milk
Stir in two children
(I take it sweet.)
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Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Song Soup
Monday, February 21, 2011
Big Freeze
Today is the kind of day that's wrong and abhorred. Icy cold. And raining. The nerve of Ohio. At least I didn’t have to carry toddlers and hurry kids into school. (I use the plural although I have only one of each.)
Why is my university working on President’s Day? No idea. It took twenty minutes to separate from my pajama-ed loves and say goodbye this morning.
An extra two minutes to wonder if I could claim President’s Day was a kind of a religious observance for me. Big A helpfully pointed out that I’m not even American.
They’re making Star Wars pancakes. Bums.
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Monday, January 10, 2011
We still got it
Big A and I fell in love in New York. And though we’ve hung out with the kids heaps in the city since those early days, there is some lingering sense of surreality about revisiting places which were all about our passionate freefall with two kids, and as more responsible adults. Because, I guess, the “we” that we are in Yellow Springs is irrevocably tied to our personae as parents, but the “we” that started in New York is all us. In my head--at least--the Brooklyn Bridge, Central Park, Clinton Street Bakery, MOMA, Anthology Film Archives, KGB Room, Penn Station… exist merely as picturesque backdrops and bit players in some grand narrative about us and our self-centered fascination for each other. Barf :).
We drew up a complicated and ambitious list of where we wanted to eat that was typically Balthazar for breakfast, Saravanaa Bhavan for lunch, and Motorino’s for dinner. We skipped Balthazar, but I guess two out of three isn’t at all bad. And the night before that we got a corner booth at the fancy steak place, which meant that the kids could play pirates to their heart’s content and I could get tipsy off of beachy drinks (I didn’t realize until I typed that out that there was an ongoing ocean theme there!). At Saravanaa's my people were talking really loud and at Motorino’s the NYU kids were worse behaved than my own, so we made out ok.
2011: More New York!
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Friday, August 15, 2008
Baby Talk 2: The too tasty
Li’l A used to eat a kichri that I used to make him (with rice, and lentils and garlic and peppercorns and chicken and veggies, almonds, and olive oil, pressure cooked and mashed) every day for lunch. When I left him with my mom in Bangalore while I finished up a few things in Oxford, my mother made him this kichri (under my urgent request because this was the only thing in the whole world that would meet all his nutritional needs). Ammama probably futzed around with my rather no-frills recipe a bit. Because after the first spoonful, Li’l A smacked his lips and told her: Ammama, too tasty! Too tasty!
My mother took this as endorsement of her superior cooking skills. Whereas in fact as she found out when he refused to eat any further, he meant it literally. It was too tasty--there were too many tastes in it.
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butte and beauty
We started the day with a sunrise hike in Papago Park and then I delivered Big A to his conference and took off for The Heard Museum of Amer...
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Friends and old neighbors shutting it down in honor of John Crawford. _
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I have the feeling that I’m going to succumb to the season and put out a list of resolutions soon. Just wanted to establish this heads up th...
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At had us pose for this pic up at Aunt R's place on Lake Huron so he could put it up in his dorm. "Don't tur...