Tuesday, September 06, 2011
Monday, September 05, 2011
Sunday, September 04, 2011
The What
Like the seasonal
fretting of birds, their
riffs of maps and plans
friends at 11:30 p.m.
earnest, affectionate
suggest car pooling
and I honest with drink,
ennui and attachment
to the one place and time
--that I am ever unaccompanied and by myself save the ten minutes in the morning, on the chaise with hot honeyed water. What?
I'm never even alone in the bathroom anymore, accompanied as I am by entreaties and questions and barging-ins--
demur, characterizing myself
to their surprise, possible affront
as "So not a car pool person."
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Saturday, September 03, 2011
Augury as August Ends
The earnestness in this enjoyment
--calm, confused schizophrenia
of trees, changes: everything.
And here--right here--a fibrillation
of notes and sighs, of animus.
Brutal brightness, laid bare.
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Friday, September 02, 2011
Starting September
There will be a story today--
for stories make better memories
alert as questions are the old ones
and distanced at every silence.
We have no capstones yet
and these corners are barely
imaginary; no trumpets, better--
no victories--only stories.
One day soon, as we know
there'll be snow and television,
clumsy museums encased
even more than their exhibits.
For now flicker--babies, friends,
daily glories, automatique--
these sunrises of every day,
in skies hiding sudden heavens.
_
Thursday, September 01, 2011
That's Hot
It was hot today. Really hot. A hundred times hot. So hot that when one of Li'L A's cross country teammates demurred about running with his shirt off because he was too fat, he was told, "Dude, it's too hot for bad self esteem today." (HeHe, Gulp, and Sad Face all at once.)
Nevertheless Baby A's first day of nursery school followed by a potluck at her sweetly hippy-dippy institution of early learning. After I got home from work, I wore a sari and Baby A wore a scarf draped as a "half sari" over her trousers. (I wore my favorite Rosie the Riveter button as a sari brooch.)
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Nevertheless Baby A's first day of nursery school followed by a potluck at her sweetly hippy-dippy institution of early learning. After I got home from work, I wore a sari and Baby A wore a scarf draped as a "half sari" over her trousers. (I wore my favorite Rosie the Riveter button as a sari brooch.)
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Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Press Start
Looking at the post counts for July and Aug and cringing. I re-remember now how difficult it is to get back to a routine after an emotional disruption.
So, scrambling to get prep managed and presented. Really scrambling. The English courses (Colonial-Postcolonial Litt, Composition) started last week, the Women's Studies course starts next week. Thankfully, we (Big A and I) decided that I could take a break from the four ESL classes a week. I loved being in touch with newly arrived international students and we could use the extra money, but there's just not enough time. For me. Big A NEVER has enough time. OTOH, I admire resent admire/resent how Big A decides that he needs to do something and then goes ahead and does it. E.g. Finishing up a mountain of patient charts at home or training for the marathon. There's very little I can expect or bring myself to ask of someone who has worked a 14 hour day and run eight miles in training.
But that still leaves three weekday mornings to do serious writing. So it is written.
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Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Things Can Only Get Better
Dad's birthday. Woke up at 5 to wrap presents before final class prep. And then begged two kids and an adult with increasing desperation and superhuman amounts of groveling to sign his card from 6:45 to 7:50.
Was away all day on campus and then too late and tired to stop anywhere to get a birthday cake. (Lazy!!) Did a drive through Tim Hortons for 40 donut holes that the kids and I stacked into a pretty impressive "cake tower," parked a tealight on top, and had a festive birthday party anyway.
Happy Birthday, Daddy :). (You're the first feminist I ever met.)
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Was away all day on campus and then too late and tired to stop anywhere to get a birthday cake. (Lazy!!) Did a drive through Tim Hortons for 40 donut holes that the kids and I stacked into a pretty impressive "cake tower," parked a tealight on top, and had a festive birthday party anyway.
Happy Birthday, Daddy :). (You're the first feminist I ever met.)
_
Monday, August 29, 2011
In the Middle
So Li'l A is in middle school now. And over the weekend, checking on cousin P directly in the path of Hurricane Irene, I was the one who got comforted. P told me that having this child in middle school would prepare me for when he goes away to college. Given the health insecurities of the summer, all I want to do is spend every moment with my kids lolling around, "snuddling," having picnics, but time is so tough. So tight.
The middle schooler gets home at 6:30 weekdays (Cross-country training after school). Sidebar: And I hate that cross country trains five days a week and meets on the sixth day to race (like Christian gods) but my spacey kid turns out to be unable to play team sports that require him to visualize and this is the kind of activity where he can zone out and still get good-for-asthma exercise. I hate that for two hours a day I have no way of contacting him. He leaves his cell phone in his locker when he runs--naturally. And also, since they run all over the village, the glen, everywhere, I have no idea where he is. Feels so strange. But I am letting go. And then suddenly it's the weekend, but he's invited to some workshop on "facilitation" from 10-3 and then goes away to a friends sleepover. But I continue to let my peacock fly baby bird go.
The middle schooler gets home at 6:30 weekdays (Cross-country training after school). Sidebar: And I hate that cross country trains five days a week and meets on the sixth day to race (like Christian gods) but my spacey kid turns out to be unable to play team sports that require him to visualize and this is the kind of activity where he can zone out and still get good-for-asthma exercise. I hate that for two hours a day I have no way of contacting him. He leaves his cell phone in his locker when he runs--naturally. And also, since they run all over the village, the glen, everywhere, I have no idea where he is. Feels so strange. But I am letting go. And then suddenly it's the weekend, but he's invited to some workshop on "facilitation" from 10-3 and then goes away to a friends sleepover. But I continue to let my peacock fly baby bird go.
And I'm letting go sometimes out of necessity. School now starts at 8:45 and since my first class is at 9 and 45 minutes away, I'm trusting in him to gather his school things, let himself out, lock the door behind him, and bike to school. By himself.
That screaming is coming from inside my head.
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Thursday, August 25, 2011
Oh Thank Heaven...
I don't know if you remember this big kerfluffle when Biden correlated Indian Americans and 7-11s?
Li'l A's middle school sure doesn't, or they wouldn't assign the sole brown kid in their school the locker number... wait for it... "7-11."
We've been teasing him all week :).
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Friday, August 19, 2011
I'm Special. So Special.
Because I can never remember the tunes to the silly songs I make up for kids, I have designated special songs for the kids borrowed (I'm a creative GENIUS!!) from the movies. My sister pointed out that they're both sad songs when situated narratively, but they soothe my kids, make them feel special (along with three other generations of Hindi-speaking kids).
Baby A has Chanda Hey Tu, Mera Sooraj Hey Tu, Li'l A has Nanhi Kali Sone Chali . Last night as I told them what the words meant again, Li'l A growled with discontent:
Yeah. She (Baby A) is your sun and your moon, plus all the stars. And what am I? A flower. A little one. Nice."
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Thursday, August 18, 2011
Mind. Business.
Baby baby baby
snakes
taper taper taper
snakes
taper taper taper
tight
wave happy, happy
goodbyes gone
clank tears,
swing slaughter
Nothing to do here
Keep moving along
Nothing to see
rest shadows, exit.
_
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Snapshot
There are oranges
the color of gossip
There is tea bruited
to honeyed brownThere is dreaming--
tastes like freedom
There is water shed
parading like blood
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Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Control
Because I have so little control over the big things: my kids' health and their safety: if my fellow drivers on the road will drive wisely; how many chocolates I will grab in a day; etc.: I exercise alarming amounts of control over the small things--things so small that they wouldn't even register if I possessed a slightly saner mind.
For instance, every morning when I make the kids their cheesy eggs for a breakfast boost of protein and fat, I pick the biggest eggs I can find in the box. This is a huge admission of kooky here: I pick the biggest eggs in the box. I don't eat eggs, so it's not like the kids are saved from having to eat the smaller eggs, or that I ever buy a new box because I judge the remaining eggs to be too small. The smallest eggs in the box will be eaten, inevitably, by the very same kids--just on day six, when they are the only remaining eggs. That's bonkers.
From tomorrow I'm going to pick any two eggs.
Freedom.
In related news, we've lived here for three years now, and it appears that I haven't been to the doctor in all that time. (Naturally, I've been there multiple times as chauffeuse and escort.) I tried to make an appointment with our family doc who has taken care of Big A on and off back from when he was a kid and now gives Li'l and Baby A their shots and referrals, to find out that I wasn't even in the system. I've made a Friday appointment to ask about anxiety, neck pain, and lady part exams.
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For instance, every morning when I make the kids their cheesy eggs for a breakfast boost of protein and fat, I pick the biggest eggs I can find in the box. This is a huge admission of kooky here: I pick the biggest eggs in the box. I don't eat eggs, so it's not like the kids are saved from having to eat the smaller eggs, or that I ever buy a new box because I judge the remaining eggs to be too small. The smallest eggs in the box will be eaten, inevitably, by the very same kids--just on day six, when they are the only remaining eggs. That's bonkers.
From tomorrow I'm going to pick any two eggs.
Freedom.
In related news, we've lived here for three years now, and it appears that I haven't been to the doctor in all that time. (Naturally, I've been there multiple times as chauffeuse and escort.) I tried to make an appointment with our family doc who has taken care of Big A on and off back from when he was a kid and now gives Li'l and Baby A their shots and referrals, to find out that I wasn't even in the system. I've made a Friday appointment to ask about anxiety, neck pain, and lady part exams.
_
Monday, August 15, 2011
The Week Before School
Traveller, we could go
to Damascus. There.
Damn. Mass. Cuss.
It's my humming body
It's skin like chipped dreams
and questions, small cases.
I can wear a Kanjeevaram sari
you will wear a week's stubble
We'll soon travel all summer
in slumber, blessed stateliness
supplicant to windows radiant
with swimming celestial doubt.
_
to Damascus. There.
Damn. Mass. Cuss.
It's my humming body
It's skin like chipped dreams
and questions, small cases.
I can wear a Kanjeevaram sari
you will wear a week's stubble
We'll soon travel all summer
in slumber, blessed stateliness
supplicant to windows radiant
with swimming celestial doubt.
_
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Flight
a few new forms hover over
assaulted by their storm.
Quicksand shadows,
sounds basic as
screams:
fly
_
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Tuesday, July 05, 2011
Vampire Diaries
It's another beautiful day of sunshine in the second week of middle summer as Bill Felker informed me on my way to work this morning. And literally, the couple of months I look forward to all year long--peek the weather tab on this blog.
And it turns out that (a) Lupus flares are caused by exposure to sunlight, so we ought to keep Li'l A under wraps and out of the light as much as possible. (b) Since Big A started to nightshift it, he sleeps all day and works most nights and he goes out even less than he used to, the blacked out bedroom is one chord G away from being a crypt.
It's like living with vampires, with all the heartache and anguish and regret that implies.
_
And it turns out that (a) Lupus flares are caused by exposure to sunlight, so we ought to keep Li'l A under wraps and out of the light as much as possible. (b) Since Big A started to nightshift it, he sleeps all day and works most nights and he goes out even less than he used to, the blacked out bedroom is one chord G away from being a crypt.
It's like living with vampires, with all the heartache and anguish and regret that implies.
_
Sunday, July 03, 2011
SUPER 8
Loved it. And the shout out to Dayton was the highlight of our quiet midwestern phase of life.
We've been putting off seeing it because of the Lupus-suspicion related anguish and Big A's even weirder hours. And as we walked into the movie theater, Li'l A said--I look at that poster for Super 8 and I have no idea what it's going to be about.
I should have taken that opportunity to give my mom a heads up, because she told me later that she kept counting and recounting the kids and kept coming up with just six, so how were they the Super 8? She was thinking of the kids clubs we used to read when I was a kid--like Secret Seven and Famous Five :).
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We've been putting off seeing it because of the Lupus-suspicion related anguish and Big A's even weirder hours. And as we walked into the movie theater, Li'l A said--I look at that poster for Super 8 and I have no idea what it's going to be about.
I should have taken that opportunity to give my mom a heads up, because she told me later that she kept counting and recounting the kids and kept coming up with just six, so how were they the Super 8? She was thinking of the kids clubs we used to read when I was a kid--like Secret Seven and Famous Five :).
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Friday, July 01, 2011
With Caveats
After calling the derm for results repeatedly and being told that the results weren't in, computer was down, no one was available to read the results, we'll call you back (but no one called). After suspecting the worst, I finally received a call back. The nurse's assistant (nearly everyone had broken early for the long weekend) starts out by asking me how I'm doing. (How do you think?) And after talking to me about the weather, the upcoming weekend, apologizing for not calling sooner, says she went over it with a colleague to be sure, but it looks like the bloodwork appears to be in the normal range. So now we await biopsies.
Relief. Uncertainity. Not sure if we deserve this reprieve.
Knowing that if the biopsies come back clean, I'll be looking at shorter hair, and grandparents, husband, and eleven-year-old with shaven heads, and a life without chocolate.But it will be worth it to have a child with a host of other persnickety ailments that completely swallow our health services to the point where my dental work has been postponed for two years, but hey--perhaps not eating chocolate will resolve that.
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Relief. Uncertainity. Not sure if we deserve this reprieve.
Knowing that if the biopsies come back clean, I'll be looking at shorter hair, and grandparents, husband, and eleven-year-old with shaven heads, and a life without chocolate.But it will be worth it to have a child with a host of other persnickety ailments that completely swallow our health services to the point where my dental work has been postponed for two years, but hey--perhaps not eating chocolate will resolve that.
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Thursday, June 30, 2011
Still in Shock
And feeling like things make sense. Li'l A's biological father died of ALS, which is another unpreventable, incurable disease, so this feels a bit like ugly deja vu.Like resilience is futile.
There's a constant argument on in my head. Is it? No it isn't. But if it were, it could explain the grades--poor baby. How am I going to motivate a child if the doctor gives him what amounts to a death sentence. Elzabeth Edwards's wisdom about how all of us are dying. I could be dead tomorrow driving home from work.
(I almost killed the entire family on the way back from the doctor's. At least three times. My mom riding shotgun didn't notice. But dad in the back with the kids, totally noticed and didn't say anything till we got home. I also forgot to turn off the engine when we stopped at Compunet to get the bloodwork done. And I was a total harridan to the cheery, perky, young person who tried and repeatedly failed to find a place to prick him.)
Completely blown away by how supportive people I don't know very well have been. Even people whose judgement I don't trust on most issues suddenly appeared to be full of compassion and wisdom. Except for the jerk who said the good news would be that Li'l A appeared to be skinny. Which (a) Since when is skinny--skin and bone-- a positive thing? (b) Fuck you. (c) Do you not know that Indian moms never think their kids can be chubby enough?
_
There's a constant argument on in my head. Is it? No it isn't. But if it were, it could explain the grades--poor baby. How am I going to motivate a child if the doctor gives him what amounts to a death sentence. Elzabeth Edwards's wisdom about how all of us are dying. I could be dead tomorrow driving home from work.
(I almost killed the entire family on the way back from the doctor's. At least three times. My mom riding shotgun didn't notice. But dad in the back with the kids, totally noticed and didn't say anything till we got home. I also forgot to turn off the engine when we stopped at Compunet to get the bloodwork done. And I was a total harridan to the cheery, perky, young person who tried and repeatedly failed to find a place to prick him.)
Completely blown away by how supportive people I don't know very well have been. Even people whose judgement I don't trust on most issues suddenly appeared to be full of compassion and wisdom. Except for the jerk who said the good news would be that Li'l A appeared to be skinny. Which (a) Since when is skinny--skin and bone-- a positive thing? (b) Fuck you. (c) Do you not know that Indian moms never think their kids can be chubby enough?
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Wednesday, June 29, 2011
I thought we were going to a regular dermatological appointment this morning, but instead got to watch as four nurses dug biopsy samples out of my skinny 11-year-old's arms. They strongly suspect Lupus. Tell me how to explain an unpreventable, incurable, chronic disease with frequent and frightening fatalities to my sweet, funny little chap. (And if you know the secret, tell me how I can stop breaking on the inside.)
Monday, June 27, 2011
Summer Clouds
Is that dusty skin smoke?
there's no word for sea
in the midwest, speak
from necessity, not fact
No flower chalices lie
warmed like your ear
pick one bird song--
run just one for life.
What would you match?
on some deserted island
what would you catch?
Everything seems parrots
repeating repeating:
immortal new names
now costly like blood
--orange sum of sun.
_
there's no word for sea
in the midwest, speak
from necessity, not fact
No flower chalices lie
warmed like your ear
pick one bird song--
run just one for life.
What would you match?
on some deserted island
what would you catch?
Everything seems parrots
repeating repeating:
immortal new names
now costly like blood
--orange sum of sun.
_
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Campaign
[I'm not particularly depressed. Not at all. In fact with parents (long visit) and kids (summer vacation) around I'm happy albeit in a sort of militaristic way (trying to rally the--suddenly doubled--dependents and get things done as close to schedule as possible). The poetry has been all pouty lately though. That I've noticed.]
Holding Folding up both
ends of our conversation:
corners, tablecloth tidy,
put away. Picnic's over.
Flag: surf and sulphur heaven
wave disease, spread pleased
so many tiny, tiny hands march
and halt in veiled fields overhead.
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ends of our conversation:
corners, tablecloth tidy,
put away. Picnic's over.
Flag: surf and sulphur heaven
wave disease, spread pleased
so many tiny, tiny hands march
and halt in veiled fields overhead.
_
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Fun with Grandparents (at three years old)
Shoe:
(Remember you still get your shoes on the wrong foot every single time, in complete refutal of the laws of probability.) Wander over to where your grandparents are hanging out, with just one shoe dangling from your finger. Nonchalantly ask your over-eager Thatha for help getting it on. After he does, and offers to help you with the other one too, say dismissively:
Test the waters to see if your newly-arrived grandparents are more cooperative than your other family members about turning on the TV at your command. After your grandparents have refused to turn on the TV for you, play a few games of Connect Four, then casually suggest that you play pretend school. Claim the part of teacher before anyone else does. Then demand:
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(Remember you still get your shoes on the wrong foot every single time, in complete refutal of the laws of probability.) Wander over to where your grandparents are hanging out, with just one shoe dangling from your finger. Nonchalantly ask your over-eager Thatha for help getting it on. After he does, and offers to help you with the other one too, say dismissively:
I don't need your help anymore, Thatha, I know which foot the other one goes on. Thanks.Teacher:
Test the waters to see if your newly-arrived grandparents are more cooperative than your other family members about turning on the TV at your command. After your grandparents have refused to turn on the TV for you, play a few games of Connect Four, then casually suggest that you play pretend school. Claim the part of teacher before anyone else does. Then demand:
Turn on the TV now. I'm the teacher, you MUST listen to me. Do it NOW.
_
Friday, June 24, 2011
LOCUS
There's drumbeat of dislike
irreconcilable conversation
I'm a shapeshifter, so
I misrepresent myself.
Blue and dark as it is
shadows are darker still
I'm a shoplifter, I take home
the whole look in my head
In calm, strange indifference
an arched, architectural back
cheeks are shattered shields
hair falls: spiral as argument
_
irreconcilable conversation
I'm a shapeshifter, so
I misrepresent myself.
Blue and dark as it is
shadows are darker still
I'm a shoplifter, I take home
the whole look in my head
In calm, strange indifference
an arched, architectural back
cheeks are shattered shields
hair falls: spiral as argument
_
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Birth Story
A foot
is made of inches
they have two each
and measure two
there is a cunt
made of muscle
I have gained:
stretchmarks
as though children
once imprisoned
have clawed
their way through
my body thins
into elastic sticks
and can now slip
under doors
Babies begin to cry
my mind stoops again
in pain and memory.
Babies cry; I identify.
is made of inches
they have two each
and measure two
there is a cunt
made of muscle
I have gained:
stretchmarks
as though children
once imprisoned
have clawed
their way through
my body thins
into elastic sticks
and can now slip
under doors
Babies begin to cry
my mind stoops again
in pain and memory.
Babies cry; I identify.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
The Teacher
Sleep, Arjuna
the lines of your palm
cast shadows;
children dream of you.
War is indefensible
is honorable war
and riddled plain
on Kurukshetra
Human. You are.
suffer undisciplined
dilemma. Speak, Arjuna
in this hairy garment of skin
divine animal
O individual
rebirth . act .
the practical
hold the world,
old and fluted
warrior (for yet
another minute)
[fragment]
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the lines of your palm
cast shadows;
children dream of you.
War is indefensible
is honorable war
and riddled plain
on Kurukshetra
Human. You are.
suffer undisciplined
dilemma. Speak, Arjuna
in this hairy garment of skin
divine animal
O individual
rebirth . act .
the practical
hold the world,
old and fluted
warrior (for yet
another minute)
[fragment]
__
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Mothers Lie
Mothers never lie
except when they are five years old
and grandmother has told her
not to tell great-grandfather
(who thinks movies are wasteful)
that they have spent the afternoon
at the movies
Catching herself humming
(and at 60 she still hums)
incubating the lie
in great-grandfather's room
she nurses her breath wild eyed
and announces willingly:
O Grandfather, we really
didn't at all
go to the movies
this afternoon.
_
except when they are five years old
and grandmother has told her
not to tell great-grandfather
(who thinks movies are wasteful)
that they have spent the afternoon
at the movies
Catching herself humming
(and at 60 she still hums)
incubating the lie
in great-grandfather's room
she nurses her breath wild eyed
and announces willingly:
O Grandfather, we really
didn't at all
go to the movies
this afternoon.
_
Monday, June 20, 2011
What She Said (1)
(inspired by the Kuruntokai)
Crossed, she is cross
lovers' arms are tigers
they race forest fires
they say, companions:
her community of accomplices
girlfriends, girl-friends, girls, friends
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Crossed, she is cross
lovers' arms are tigers
they race forest fires
they say, companions:
her community of accomplices
girlfriends, girl-friends, girls, friends
_
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Father's (Fathers' Day)
Yesterday your ears worked just fine
today your whining hearing aid died
ancient and foreign all at once
is your silence.
Now you hold my face
between your hands
and watch my mouth
speak;
then you write
your blessings
with your lips
on my forehead
Let me hear
be your child
interpret your genes,
perform your decrees
aspire: sishya as student
spiral: suta as bard
[fragment]
_
today your whining hearing aid died
ancient and foreign all at once
is your silence.
Now you hold my face
between your hands
and watch my mouth
speak;
then you write
your blessings
with your lips
on my forehead
Let me hear
be your child
interpret your genes,
perform your decrees
aspire: sishya as student
spiral: suta as bard
[fragment]
_
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Two Worlds Collide
One of the first things Big A did when we moved in together was get rid of the cookware I had left over from when I householded with J, my late husband. Thereafter, he convinced me to replace the car, sundry furniture, my name, and most other remnants of my previously married life. Weird, but also not weird. My mom attributes it to him being a Scorpio (possesive) and is sure the reason I empathize is because I'm a Pisces (wimp). It's a theory.
I've remained on good terms with my former in-laws though, and they've been staunch allies in most of my endeavors, and continue to call from all corners of the world on my birthday and the big Tamil festivals. MA, my sweet sister-in-law, is on a short New York visit and she wants to come spend the weekend with me.
She's coming today: a.k.a. the day Big A and I celebrate our wedding anniversary; a.k.a. awkward!
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She's coming today: a.k.a. the day Big A and I celebrate our wedding anniversary; a.k.a. awkward!
_
Friday, June 17, 2011
Child (Grades)
we tell you stories
about dreaming hard
streaming suggestions
breezes made of begging
at the doors of your mind
we have filled these teacups
with fireflies, dreams for you
each pour sits scaled precise
except for your loved figure
grinning, beginning more real
[fragment]
__
There's an unsettlingly Alanis-y irony when your spelling bee winning, "gifted," "above grade level" child who has always loved to read and reads all the time gets a D-. (In Reading no less.)
_
about dreaming hard
streaming suggestions
breezes made of begging
at the doors of your mind
we have filled these teacups
with fireflies, dreams for you
each pour sits scaled precise
except for your loved figure
grinning, beginning more real
[fragment]
__
There's an unsettlingly Alanis-y irony when your spelling bee winning, "gifted," "above grade level" child who has always loved to read and reads all the time gets a D-. (In Reading no less.)
_
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Substance; Scale
An Arab Spring
A summer of superheroes
what now of winters
hints of itinerant
nations, their
nomadic tailwinds
Losing time soon
every day hides heroes
with a million faces.
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A summer of superheroes
what now of winters
hints of itinerant
nations, their
nomadic tailwinds
Losing time soon
every day hides heroes
with a million faces.
_
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Chelli (Baby Sister)
There's a bridge
the color of steam,
made of years
of shared bedrooms
between us.
They're your parents too,
she acknowledges.
i guess it's ok--
if they... want to
spend some time with you
_
the color of steam,
made of years
of shared bedrooms
between us.
They're your parents too,
she acknowledges.
i guess it's ok--
if they... want to
spend some time with you
_
Monday, June 13, 2011
(Grand)parents are here!
What we know:
That already my American spouse and kids speak 100% more Telugu.
***
What we knew:
Having weathered several other neurotic pre-parent arrival prep periods, Big A knew not to ask why I would need to give myself a facial and paint my toenails before my parents arrived. (Nevermind that they used to see me in full-on acne cream and in a previous era, diapers. Or indeed, that a few months from now, my toenail polish will be undeniably chipped.)
***
What we know now:
That the seven-seater hybrid we got in order to accommodate the six people who will live under the same roof would need to be run regularly. (It turns out that the only way to protect the earth while driving a big car is to drive it more than you want to.) So minutes before we needed to leave for the airport to pick grandparents up we needed to call AAA to jumpstart our car.
***
And YAY! They're here!!
_
That already my American spouse and kids speak 100% more Telugu.
***
What we knew:
Having weathered several other neurotic pre-parent arrival prep periods, Big A knew not to ask why I would need to give myself a facial and paint my toenails before my parents arrived. (Nevermind that they used to see me in full-on acne cream and in a previous era, diapers. Or indeed, that a few months from now, my toenail polish will be undeniably chipped.)
***
What we know now:
That the seven-seater hybrid we got in order to accommodate the six people who will live under the same roof would need to be run regularly. (It turns out that the only way to protect the earth while driving a big car is to drive it more than you want to.) So minutes before we needed to leave for the airport to pick grandparents up we needed to call AAA to jumpstart our car.
***
And YAY! They're here!!
_
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Street Fair
Crowds happen, conquer: insurgent,
choric in cheer, sucking sweetness
from sun-slicked haze.
I am astride Xenia Ave
kids in hand, hands so sweaty
their fingers slip, tickle in my grasp
Hellos + kisses fall, leave, re-echo
become a bouquet of belonging
I carry proudly down the street
I am strident;
I am mouthy, masticating,
planting gum for art.
I am completely klepto
with happiness
I'm making my own megaphone
I am become a landmark:
"I am standing
right next to the lady with two kids."
Our dinners slumber in styrofoam,
our water bottle empties to carry lassi.
Fun has been buying a foam-tipped bow
filling a plastic fish with colored sand
and the roar of laughter and trash trucks
after a thousand minivans vanish
_
choric in cheer, sucking sweetness
from sun-slicked haze.
I am astride Xenia Ave
kids in hand, hands so sweaty
their fingers slip, tickle in my grasp
Hellos + kisses fall, leave, re-echo
become a bouquet of belonging
I carry proudly down the street
I am strident;
I am mouthy, masticating,
planting gum for art.
I am completely klepto
with happiness
I'm making my own megaphone
I am become a landmark:
"I am standing
right next to the lady with two kids."
Our dinners slumber in styrofoam,
our water bottle empties to carry lassi.
Fun has been buying a foam-tipped bow
filling a plastic fish with colored sand
and the roar of laughter and trash trucks
after a thousand minivans vanish
_
Friday, June 10, 2011
End Day
And at the bottom
are hopes
spooling love
as a courtesy
say I am
say I am
history senses quiet
as the clock is spent
_
are hopes
spooling love
as a courtesy
say I am
say I am
history senses quiet
as the clock is spent
_
Thursday, June 09, 2011
Thithi
Give back the words
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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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
_
Wednesday, June 08, 2011
Insomnia
Set in the strength of your body
the embrace of my own
fled is the following of day
the moon seems possible
sleep stretches taut: six hours
still concerned for boundaries
sift these concerts of doubt,
decant questions that open: empty
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the embrace of my own
fled is the following of day
the moon seems possible
sleep stretches taut: six hours
still concerned for boundaries
sift these concerts of doubt,
decant questions that open: empty
_
Tuesday, June 07, 2011
Quit Dicking Around
I want to remember Weiner (for now he's basically dead to me) this way and this way. To remember the signage of this and this.
I'll have to stop saying "More Weiner, Less Boehner" (and mispronouncing Bay-nor to make it a satisfying but very illogical pun).
Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy must progressive allies reveal them themselves to be such fuckers?
Big A, the feminist, says that some guys figure out way back in college that being feminist will earn the admiration and affection of the women around them. Hmmm; computing ;).
_
I'll have to stop saying "More Weiner, Less Boehner" (and mispronouncing Bay-nor to make it a satisfying but very illogical pun).
Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy must progressive allies reveal them themselves to be such fuckers?
Big A, the feminist, says that some guys figure out way back in college that being feminist will earn the admiration and affection of the women around them. Hmmm; computing ;).
_
Monday, June 06, 2011
Anti Choice WTF
This "pro-life"trailer by NJ senate hopeful Kenneth del Vecchio (found via Shakespeare's Sister) is scary--like horror movie scary. According to the press release: "The controversial premise of The Life Zone: three women have been kidnapped from abortion clinics and are being held for seven months—until they all give birth. The film, which appears to cut right down the middle, examining the topic from both sides, offers a powerful, anti-abortion climactic twist."
I have to say that when I hear about young girls kidnapped and forced to bear their rapists' babies, the forced and solitary birth freaks me out more than anything else. As someone who once ran away from a wisdom tooth extraction because the dentist's delivery of the obligatory sermon about pain went on too graphically, the defining slogan of my pregnancies would be "no epidural, no baby." So being held prisoner and physically being forced to give birth is a way too scary--and is an ironic acknowledgement of how anti-choice fuckery merely masquerades as piety.
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Sunday, June 05, 2011
Cemetery Road
The lillies hold their buds
graves look like boxes
are actually books
were actually houses
eyes are hard
as glass looked through
this room, this city is empty
aloneness floods tunnels
I imagine only a little
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graves look like boxes
are actually books
were actually houses
eyes are hard
as glass looked through
this room, this city is empty
aloneness floods tunnels
I imagine only a little
_
Saturday, June 04, 2011
Oprah Lives
We ended up getting new wood floors for the guest wing to help Li'l A's allergies as well as my mom's, got a bigger car (a Toyota Highlander Hybrid that seats seven and uses less gas than our old five-seater), and found Kuroji the puppy.
I dunno how or what Li'l A knows about Oprah, but he makes a good point. Sitting down to breakfast and looking forward to the day, he says: "It's like Oprah was here."
Agree.
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I dunno how or what Li'l A knows about Oprah, but he makes a good point. Sitting down to breakfast and looking forward to the day, he says: "It's like Oprah was here."
Agree.
_
Friday, June 03, 2011
New Heights
A certain person in our house is at a growth spurt, and each new inch brings her a whole new strata of discoveries. This last month has been a crucial one that put her at eye level with several tall cabinets. She keeps bringing me little boxes and trinkets that have been in exactly the same place since we moved here to exclaim how about how awesome it is and what's it for and did I know we had this awesome wonderful amazing beautiful thing?
Yes, baby.
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Yes, baby.
_
Thursday, June 02, 2011
Wednesday, June 01, 2011
Flow
Amma, my mom, teases me about living in a village because her family has been city folk for over three generations. (Her grandfathers--her actual, biological grandfather and his younger brother--ran away from their new stepmother to make their fortunes as diamond merchants and to write poetry in Madras. Childhood memories of visits to any jeweler in the city is replete with Amma's oh-so-casual mention of the Jalagam name resulting in a flurry of special treatment.)
But on a day like today when Big A and I needed to talk through stuff, I'm glad I live in this village and across from Glen Helen. Talking about how we spend our free time and what social commitments I make on our collective behalf--which we really needed to do--is so much easier when I'm concentrating on how to navigate stepping stones across a waterlogged creek rather than on how to word watertight demands.
_
But on a day like today when Big A and I needed to talk through stuff, I'm glad I live in this village and across from Glen Helen. Talking about how we spend our free time and what social commitments I make on our collective behalf--which we really needed to do--is so much easier when I'm concentrating on how to navigate stepping stones across a waterlogged creek rather than on how to word watertight demands.
_
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
The Graduate (Li'l A)
Li'l A is off to conquer middle school! Also seen: ribbons on hardware won for being all round awesome (blue) and for being on the student council (white).
Super Short Summary: Li'l A sat in the first row with his best friend DD; Baby A delighted in being able to nab two pieces of cake; Big A scoffed at the idea of a graduation ceremony for elementary school, but came anyway; I'm sure he secretly wished he hadn't because I cried about four million times.
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Monday, May 30, 2011
Lifestyle
(Memorial Day)
This planet now pills
every star's still sequins
entrails of every flight
bark asylum, loss--
show tasseled claws
Shredding underworlds
serve cold, stale smoke +
streetlight-plastered night.
There's sensing I will die
in driving, airports, absence.
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This planet now pills
every star's still sequins
entrails of every flight
bark asylum, loss--
show tasseled claws
Shredding underworlds
serve cold, stale smoke +
streetlight-plastered night.
There's sensing I will die
in driving, airports, absence.
_
Sunday, May 29, 2011
AN(T)IMUS
Now that everyone's
looking, let's say it:
Ants know nothing
they travel illegibly
you're a windmill
fielding vacuums
while they prowl
decompositional
splicing suburbia,
picnics; where
I like when you lie
(above me, hovering)
love scissored restless
wake up happy wake up
margins of repeated dying
sun our un-tempered hope.
________________
Note: Not so much a poem about Memorial Day festivities as the memory of Big A's complaints about being "over-scheduled" although he attended just one of yesterday's three planned events. (The kids and I went to all three. Ha.) We'll have to find some way to accommodate my need for variety and his need for quiet.
looking, let's say it:
Ants know nothing
they travel illegibly
you're a windmill
fielding vacuums
while they prowl
decompositional
splicing suburbia,
picnics; where
I like when you lie
(above me, hovering)
love scissored restless
wake up happy wake up
margins of repeated dying
sun our un-tempered hope.
________________
Note: Not so much a poem about Memorial Day festivities as the memory of Big A's complaints about being "over-scheduled" although he attended just one of yesterday's three planned events. (The kids and I went to all three. Ha.) We'll have to find some way to accommodate my need for variety and his need for quiet.
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Home Theater
Just dropped the kids off at the grandparents, who are bravely taking them to see the local production of 42nd Street.
Before they left, both brats had accused me of cruelty... to their toys.
I put Baby A's plastic dragon in the sink, and she cried through my explanation that having dropped him in dog poop, we owed him a bath. "But you just don't understand," she spluttered, "he can't swim; you're dying [killing] him."
Li'l A's accusation was a little more sophisticated. I'd arbitrarily taken the skeleton animal he won at the fair and given it to Baby A because she was whiiiiiiining to see it. "You're like a slave master," he smirked, "you took my baby and gave it someone else."
Your actors have been:
Before they left, both brats had accused me of cruelty... to their toys.
I put Baby A's plastic dragon in the sink, and she cried through my explanation that having dropped him in dog poop, we owed him a bath. "But you just don't understand," she spluttered, "he can't swim; you're dying [killing] him."
Li'l A's accusation was a little more sophisticated. I'd arbitrarily taken the skeleton animal he won at the fair and given it to Baby A because she was whiiiiiiining to see it. "You're like a slave master," he smirked, "you took my baby and gave it someone else."
Your actors have been:
Friday, May 27, 2011
Eating People is Wrong
I have absolutely nothing against Gwyneth Paltrow--Shakespeare in Love may have even been my favorite movie for a while (because really, how many movies are made for Eng. Litt. people?!).
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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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.
Not saying Gwyneth isn't gorgeous, just saying I don't want to eat her face. I'm sure she too would encourage that sentiment.
_
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Back on Air
And these prayers are to myself
these dreams are drunk alone
subtract addresses from needs
and add goodbyes to arrivals
I lived in music once
I talked once like air
fears were small rooms
thoughts huge and cirrus
Just now all type is white
on paper black with desire
some words part my lips, crawl
out, dazed as new butterflies.
_
these dreams are drunk alone
subtract addresses from needs
and add goodbyes to arrivals
I lived in music once
I talked once like air
fears were small rooms
thoughts huge and cirrus
Just now all type is white
on paper black with desire
some words part my lips, crawl
out, dazed as new butterflies.
_
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Topless on Facebook (and almost Eyeless in Gaza)
Nope, not another inadvertent cleavage mishap.
These are actually pictures of my three-year-old playing on the Slip N' Slide with some of her best friends in the neighborhood and Li'l A. Our neighbor J hailed us just as we returned from Li'l A's allergy shot expedition and the kids went off nextdoors in their running shorts and tees, stripped off their tees, and proceeded to have a muddy good time.
All the other kids are boys, and Baby A is both the youngest and a girl. No one cared except a cross-country friend who called to counsel that I cover up the three-year-old's chest. I'd talk Topfreedom, except that even that's not the issue as most three-year-old girls are literally undifferentiated from most three-year-old boys chest-wise.
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These are actually pictures of my three-year-old playing on the Slip N' Slide with some of her best friends in the neighborhood and Li'l A. Our neighbor J hailed us just as we returned from Li'l A's allergy shot expedition and the kids went off nextdoors in their running shorts and tees, stripped off their tees, and proceeded to have a muddy good time.
All the other kids are boys, and Baby A is both the youngest and a girl. No one cared except a cross-country friend who called to counsel that I cover up the three-year-old's chest. I'd talk Topfreedom, except that even that's not the issue as most three-year-old girls are literally undifferentiated from most three-year-old boys chest-wise.
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Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Din
minds waiting on tables
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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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
_
Monday, May 23, 2011
Our Hiatus
Made mad by memories
I said to you: go
you went
I wish you to come
but wait
And all the stares stay
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I said to you: go
you went
I wish you to come
but wait
And all the stares stay
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Sunday, May 22, 2011
This Yellow Springs Life
I thought the highlight of today would be my date at the opera this afternoon with Big A, but as it turned out, it wasn't.
Big A's colleague had two spare tickets to Ira Glass on tour and they were ours for the taking. And we took 'em. And yes, it was awesome to listen to and see Ira Glass, but that wasn't the highlight either.
Saturday morning line up for me and the kids while Big A sleeps off his night shift involves the Farmers' Market, getting to choose their free book at Dark Star, spending a couple of dollars--via birthday gift cert--at Mr. Fubs, and trying to get home to listen to Wait Wait Don't Tell Me and This American Life over lunch.
As it turns out the opera and Ira were across the street from each other, but I wanted to go with Li'l A. So the highlight was to have Big A let me enjoy the second half of the star gala at the opera by myself while he braved the wilds of the midwest to retrieve the Ira Glass tickets so I could dash home, change out of opera togs, grab some of the pizza that had been delivered, and go back downtown with Li'l A in tow.
_
Big A's colleague had two spare tickets to Ira Glass on tour and they were ours for the taking. And we took 'em. And yes, it was awesome to listen to and see Ira Glass, but that wasn't the highlight either.
Saturday morning line up for me and the kids while Big A sleeps off his night shift involves the Farmers' Market, getting to choose their free book at Dark Star, spending a couple of dollars--via birthday gift cert--at Mr. Fubs, and trying to get home to listen to Wait Wait Don't Tell Me and This American Life over lunch.
As it turns out the opera and Ira were across the street from each other, but I wanted to go with Li'l A. So the highlight was to have Big A let me enjoy the second half of the star gala at the opera by myself while he braved the wilds of the midwest to retrieve the Ira Glass tickets so I could dash home, change out of opera togs, grab some of the pizza that had been delivered, and go back downtown with Li'l A in tow.
_
Saturday, May 21, 2011
If It Were my Home
One of my new favorite activities with Li'l A is one reprised from my childhood. I recently copped a free-standing globe from the local Goodwill. It's hopelessly outdated (which explains why I was able to buy it for $ 4.99) but it's a lot of fun to quote a place and have Li'l A scramble to find it. To give him clues and watch him piece it together. To see him figure out that the revolutions of this Arab Spring are connected in the most tangible and environmental way possible--through land.
I can't wait to share the new If It Were My Home feature with him: You can compare your present life with postulated facts and conditions of your life if you had been born in some other country.
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I can't wait to share the new If It Were My Home feature with him: You can compare your present life with postulated facts and conditions of your life if you had been born in some other country.
_
Friday, May 20, 2011
Car Parable
Driving home.
_
Baby A: Mama did you know Dada had another car? But one day, when he was sleeping, a thief came and took it away.
[Sudden quiet. The air vibrates with strong, unsaid emotions.]
Me: Did it make you sad, NuNu?
Baby A: No. [Deep breaths.]
It makes me SO angry! If I ever see that thief... [Growling.]
_
Thursday, May 19, 2011
The thing about sunshine
The thing about sunshine is not only that I end up smiling at strangers all the time from sheer happiness. Even when I'm just squinting at the sun, the way I bare my teeth makes people think I'm smiling at them, so they smile back.
Net aggregate of smiles: impressive.
Net aggregate of smiles: impressive.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Limited Female Body Update, May 2011
Good News: "In an unusual move, Yale University publicly announced that it's finally disciplined Delta Kappa Epsilon, the frat that chanted, "No means yes! Yes means anal!" on campus in October."
Good News: "Media gets somethings right in covering the arrest of IMF head."
Bad News: Bernard-Henri Lévy "one of France's most famed philosophers, a journalist, and a bestselling writer" is, also, a crappy rape apologist. He defended Roman Polanski and now he's speaking up for Dominique Strauss Kahn.
Naturally, this kind of disregard for women's bodies starts long before Strauss-Kahn walks out of his bathroom naked and proceeds to rape his immigrant, working-class, muslim--so profoundly othered--victim/nemesis. I see it beginning in the early--and lifelong--marking, othering, and targeting of female bodies. I see it in Skechers selling "toning shoes" tokids girls (apparently only female children need to tone) as young as seven. Petition here.
Good News: "Media gets somethings right in covering the arrest of IMF head."
Bad News: Bernard-Henri Lévy "one of France's most famed philosophers, a journalist, and a bestselling writer" is, also, a crappy rape apologist. He defended Roman Polanski and now he's speaking up for Dominique Strauss Kahn.
Naturally, this kind of disregard for women's bodies starts long before Strauss-Kahn walks out of his bathroom naked and proceeds to rape his immigrant, working-class, muslim--so profoundly othered--victim/nemesis. I see it beginning in the early--and lifelong--marking, othering, and targeting of female bodies. I see it in Skechers selling "toning shoes" to
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Goodnight
In the return of the sea
its standstill secret treats
I ready for sleep, alone
along a landlocked deep
Remote as light, as reason
is this compass of night
Fingers that refuse to pray--
stray in sweet reggae; delicious.
_
its standstill secret treats
I ready for sleep, alone
along a landlocked deep
Remote as light, as reason
is this compass of night
Fingers that refuse to pray--
stray in sweet reggae; delicious.
_
Monday, May 16, 2011
Rain Again
The past returns
lush
folded purple
like the explosion
of a
single match
the weight
and
storm of water
on wind like feet
the feet
of small children
trees try not to cry
the
pulpy drip of rain
_
lush
folded purple
like the explosion
of a
single match
the weight
and
storm of water
on wind like feet
the feet
of small children
trees try not to cry
the
pulpy drip of rain
_
Sunday, May 15, 2011
And Again
The churn and whine
of starting over
The burning bushes
sing spring
you could say
the smiling of flowers
you could say
the flowering of smiles
amidst the day's landmarks
of talk, meals, and naps
the hesitation of last year,
fruit: a mouth full of beauty
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of starting over
The burning bushes
sing spring
you could say
the smiling of flowers
you could say
the flowering of smiles
amidst the day's landmarks
of talk, meals, and naps
the hesitation of last year,
fruit: a mouth full of beauty
_
Saturday, May 14, 2011
And After
anticipation
spools like a movie
tells what happens
next
the wind scribbles
this book jumps up
and is a flat stone
ready for skipping
my thoughts
rise like mist
your touch
is rain across me
longing storms, bursts
--a vigorous birth--
thoughtless, saving a life
= staying alive
_
spools like a movie
tells what happens
next
the wind scribbles
this book jumps up
and is a flat stone
ready for skipping
my thoughts
rise like mist
your touch
is rain across me
longing storms, bursts
--a vigorous birth--
thoughtless, saving a life
= staying alive
_
Friday, May 13, 2011
References Have Been Checked
Breakfasts have been a lot more leisurely since the semester has ended. So leisurely that Li'l A has to be shepherded to school before Baby A has even dipped into her cereal or her cheesy eggs. Before she has finished telling me every single detail of last night's dreams.
So Li'l A went off to school, and Baby A is dawdling at the kitchen table.
Baby A: I don't want milk or eggs anymore.
(Accusingly) YOU don't eat eggs or drink milk!
Me: I don't now. But when I was a kid. I drank milk all the time and ate an egg every day.Baby A: I don't want milk or eggs anymore.
(Accusingly) YOU don't eat eggs or drink milk!
Baby A: No, you didn't!
Me: I did, actually!
Baby A: Ok. Call Ammama [grandma, my mom] let me ask her.
I initiated an international call and was duly exonerated.
_
Thursday, May 12, 2011
It Will Be Warm (Till November)
Footprints dissolve in the mud
feet: fleet, sudden muddy armada
six-seven songs thicken my head
warm prayers like stars, pleated breezes
Lost: can we care about mapped lines--
those echoes happening like strewn veins
open the bruised year, count what is sent
unpin hope--find it escape, flying like a signal
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Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Beauty Binge
So Liz Gilbert (Eat, Pray, Love?) has a new-ish curiosity shop.
I want to call her out on further exploiting exotic locales and people, but--almost despite myself--I am charmed by the wholesome, self-deprecating blurbs on the store's website.
(And shhh. Yes, I secretly want to wander around in that warehouse all week-end long with a fat, juicy bank account.)
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I want to call her out on further exploiting exotic locales and people, but--almost despite myself--I am charmed by the wholesome, self-deprecating blurbs on the store's website.
(And shhh. Yes, I secretly want to wander around in that warehouse all week-end long with a fat, juicy bank account.)
_
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Girl-Talk (Restroom edition)
Last Saturday was spent with cousins N and T.
And in The Boonshoft Museum restroom, Baby A and I spent a rather long time:
Part 1
Part 2
Fin.
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And in The Boonshoft Museum restroom, Baby A and I spent a rather long time:
Part 1
Baby A: pssSSssssshhhh. (Making the start-peeing sound. She'd make a good toilet trainer!)
Me: (I oblige.)
Part 2
Baby A: I washed my hands all by myself, Mama.
Me: Cool! Yay!
Wait. (Suspiciously) How did you reach the soap? Wasn't it too high for you?
Baby A: (Agreeably) Yeah, it was!
So I just made some bubbles by bumping my hands.
Fin.
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Monday, May 09, 2011
New Keys
If my craft is uneven
I can blame the water
For these small rehearsals
at faintly unfamiliar doors
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I can blame the water
For these small rehearsals
at faintly unfamiliar doors
_
Sunday, May 08, 2011
Mothers' Day 2011
I was sad by the end of Mothers' Day, and I don't really know why.
It started out well enough having brunch and mimosas and karaoke fun with bestie L and her family until late in the afternoon while Big A slept off his night shift. Evening plans were to go out to the old familiar Chinese restaurant for Mother's Day dinner with all the A's and my MIL. I'd even picked out matching presents for Big A to give his mom and me. And I was all excited about !everything! until my food came.
Then my food came. And it sucked. And I remembered how ALL the veggie food at this restaurant sucks. How I HATE this restaurant. That it is MIL's favorite restaurant. Not mine. And Big A was sitting next to MIL instead of next to me (as he always does, maybe because my kids were on either side of me?). Oh. The tragedy.
How could I possibly be so petty?
On the other hand, I did pick out awesome necklaces for me and MIL (seed pearls with asymmetrical gold-leaf feathers). Instead of flowers for MIL, I picked out a decorative pot of hen and chicks at the nursery. I loved the name that seemed so apropos for Mothers' Day, the way the tight, perfect floral whorls look and the fact that she could keep it practically forever.
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It started out well enough having brunch and mimosas and karaoke fun with bestie L and her family until late in the afternoon while Big A slept off his night shift. Evening plans were to go out to the old familiar Chinese restaurant for Mother's Day dinner with all the A's and my MIL. I'd even picked out matching presents for Big A to give his mom and me. And I was all excited about !everything! until my food came.
Then my food came. And it sucked. And I remembered how ALL the veggie food at this restaurant sucks. How I HATE this restaurant. That it is MIL's favorite restaurant. Not mine. And Big A was sitting next to MIL instead of next to me (as he always does, maybe because my kids were on either side of me?). Oh. The tragedy.
How could I possibly be so petty?
On the other hand, I did pick out awesome necklaces for me and MIL (seed pearls with asymmetrical gold-leaf feathers). Instead of flowers for MIL, I picked out a decorative pot of hen and chicks at the nursery. I loved the name that seemed so apropos for Mothers' Day, the way the tight, perfect floral whorls look and the fact that she could keep it practically forever.
_
Saturday, May 07, 2011
Like Bad Poets
All week
like bad poets
ALL week
people
people on the radio
people at school
people on the TV
people on the street
people
grow their sounds
hover and misstep
mixing up
Osama
Obama
Obama
Osama
syllables
draw near,
swallow, withdraw.
Here you go
bad poets,
Hear
some more:
Gautama,
Dalai Lama
Yo Momma's
like bad poets
ALL week
people
people on the radio
people at school
people on the TV
people on the street
people
grow their sounds
hover and misstep
mixing up
Osama
Obama
Obama
Osama
syllables
draw near,
swallow, withdraw.
Here you go
bad poets,
Hear
some more:
Gautama,
Dalai Lama
Yo Momma's
Drama Karma
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Friday, May 06, 2011
Thursday, May 05, 2011
WTF. Seriously, What?
From Shakespeare's Sister:
$45,000: The amount of money the Supreme Court has agreed, by virtue of declining to hear an appeal of the lower court's decision, that the cheerleader forced to cheer for her rapist must pay in restitution to the school district for filing a "frivolous" lawsuit against it.
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$45,000: The amount of money the Supreme Court has agreed, by virtue of declining to hear an appeal of the lower court's decision, that the cheerleader forced to cheer for her rapist must pay in restitution to the school district for filing a "frivolous" lawsuit against it.
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Wednesday, May 04, 2011
Four haircuts (and a ray of sunshine)
I wish I'd taken a picture of our commingled hair on the floor of the local Supercuts this afternoon.
Baby A: Straight, silky, brown.
Li'l A: Tough, spiky, black.
Big A: Stubby, gray, blond.
Me: Wavy, dry, brown.
I did, however, manage to get a picture of our single ray of sunshine for the day:
Baby A: Straight, silky, brown.
Li'l A: Tough, spiky, black.
Big A: Stubby, gray, blond.
Me: Wavy, dry, brown.
I did, however, manage to get a picture of our single ray of sunshine for the day:
Grow, Jasmine, grow!
Tuesday, May 03, 2011
Searchlight
Scarred star.
So this one,
sun don't shine.
Hopes migrate
mate, we're missing
insane details here
light undulance warmth.
Alright. Why don't you
come on over to my house.
Holy
so ordinary. Come in.
All is--or will be--forgiven.
_
So this one,
sun don't shine.
Hopes migrate
mate, we're missing
insane details here
light undulance warmth.
Alright. Why don't you
come on over to my house.
Holy
so ordinary. Come in.
All is--or will be--forgiven.
_
Monday, May 02, 2011
Sunday, May 01, 2011
We gotta be starting something...
Part Two of Li'l A's birthday weekend, dinner with the grandparents. And as the kids chose to ride with the grandparents, Big A and I had a few minutes to angst.
It's recurring guilt about our lifestyle. Big A had a very sick patient and it made him feel weird about practicing medicine for money. We're not thinking of unpaid medical school debt, incomplete kids' college funds. We just want to get a smaller house. Live more ethically. Quite apropos for today--May Day.
But will it happen? Or will we go ahead and get new wood floors and furniture for the rec room as we'd planned to?
It's recurring guilt about our lifestyle. Big A had a very sick patient and it made him feel weird about practicing medicine for money. We're not thinking of unpaid medical school debt, incomplete kids' college funds. We just want to get a smaller house. Live more ethically. Quite apropos for today--May Day.
But will it happen? Or will we go ahead and get new wood floors and furniture for the rec room as we'd planned to?
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Four Parties
Can Maya do it?
Party #1: 5:00 p.m. for my favorite two-year-old twins. Bring presents. Get in my fill of baby smells and nom nom on a few. Check.
Party #2: 6:30 p.m. get Li'l A's Birthday-sleepover started. Pizza, I-phone cupcakes, buckets of juice boxes, snacks, candy. Party games lined up. Check.
Party #3: 7:30 p.m. Bestie L's birthday. Bring prezzies. Slice cheese, serve Sangria. Say Hi's all around. Hugs goodbye. Check.
Party #4: 8:00 p.m. Get on the "party bus" for dinner and pub hopping in the Oregon district. Nope. Duh. (Have to chaperone Li'l A's sleepover as Big A leaves for work in an hour.)
Three out of four is considered good in most circles. And a warm, sunny day--a nice way to say goodbye to the rainiest April in my memory.
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Party #1: 5:00 p.m. for my favorite two-year-old twins. Bring presents. Get in my fill of baby smells and nom nom on a few. Check.
Party #2: 6:30 p.m. get Li'l A's Birthday-sleepover started. Pizza, I-phone cupcakes, buckets of juice boxes, snacks, candy. Party games lined up. Check.
Party #3: 7:30 p.m. Bestie L's birthday. Bring prezzies. Slice cheese, serve Sangria. Say Hi's all around. Hugs goodbye. Check.
Party #4: 8:00 p.m. Get on the "party bus" for dinner and pub hopping in the Oregon district. Nope. Duh. (Have to chaperone Li'l A's sleepover as Big A leaves for work in an hour.)
Three out of four is considered good in most circles. And a warm, sunny day--a nice way to say goodbye to the rainiest April in my memory.
_
Friday, April 29, 2011
Yoga
Breath
thrown outside
bequeathed to us
peace.
swarm music
rest sharp
in the flush
of stillness
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thrown outside
bequeathed to us
peace.
swarm music
rest sharp
in the flush
of stillness
_
Thursday, April 28, 2011
The Grammar of End Times
[ANOTHER SAD, CRAP DRAFT. It's very frustrating that I can't write about this without sounding like a catechism.]
Worlds are separate
suspended, discrete.
Take count, make them
account--they seldom
cohere, cannot agree.
One world expects children
making laughter, worries,
afternoon weed bouquets.
Love. Loveliness.
Sports car (import).
University tags. Online shopping.
Flowers, phone calls, food.
Need new wood floors.
Another bathroom.
Home sweet
home improvement.
In another world, a child (more ribs than years)
and a buzzard guards her, waits for her to die.
(What else to say--for this part,
lacking everything,
also lacks words.)
Sages, madmen who care,
decide that worlds do not share:
the same sentence--or any other space
the sages have died alone, and madmen
too, many by their own bourgie hands
And that young self who
starved, carved wrists--
she mutely floats in my veins--
rude. But just as any other chained
and stubborn corpse would.
_
Worlds are separate
suspended, discrete.
Take count, make them
account--they seldom
cohere, cannot agree.
One world expects children
making laughter, worries,
afternoon weed bouquets.
Love. Loveliness.
Sports car (import).
University tags. Online shopping.
Flowers, phone calls, food.
Need new wood floors.
Another bathroom.
Home sweet
home improvement.
In another world, a child (more ribs than years)
and a buzzard guards her, waits for her to die.
(What else to say--for this part,
lacking everything,
also lacks words.)
Sages, madmen who care,
decide that worlds do not share:
the same sentence--or any other space
the sages have died alone, and madmen
too, many by their own bourgie hands
And that young self who
starved, carved wrists--
she mutely floats in my veins--
rude. But just as any other chained
and stubborn corpse would.
_
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Small
It's a small world town. Straight from work to the FedEx office to ship my green card renewal forms. The clerk glances at my address and says--Yellow Springs? She grew up in Yellow Springs. She graduated high school three years behind Big A, and yeah--she knows him. She was best friends with his baby sister.
_
We used to bug him a lot and make him mad, she said.
He's reformed now, I said.Poor Li'l A, who bugged his dad by eating dinner for over an hour and heard his wrath for a solid ten minutes yesterday, would probably disagree.
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Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Stop me if you've seen this before: Microaggressions
The format is a speaker's somewhat blithe, privileged comment followed by a description of how the listener interpreted it.
I particularly like the way Microaggressions--a new-ish Tumblr--acknowledges that minorities may exercise small, even unintentional, aggressions upon each others' consciousnesses--as below:
I particularly like the way Microaggressions--a new-ish Tumblr--acknowledges that minorities may exercise small, even unintentional, aggressions upon each others' consciousnesses--as below:
Vietnamese American male upon finding out I got a higher score than him on the Chinese I midterm.Man, outscored by a black guy.”
Monday, April 25, 2011
Having the House to Myself
Is delicious. The silence is heavenly. The kids are at school. Big A is at work. The university is still on Easter break. I'm getting work done. I'm eating chocolate. I'm eating a lot of chocolate. I microwaved some Annie Chun's for lunch.
I miss the kids. And memories--of their tiny hands, their silly requests, their crazy antics--are debilitating. Their crazy requests. Their silly antics. Their tiny requests.
When I'm not with them I worry about them. I'm with them; I worry. Somedays they're crawling all over me and I feel like I'm sitting cross-legged on a train-track holding them tight, wondering if something horrible is careening around the corner towards us.
Other days, of course, feel like I should save the world from my kids.
_
I miss the kids. And memories--of their tiny hands, their silly requests, their crazy antics--are debilitating. Their crazy requests. Their silly antics. Their tiny requests.
When I'm not with them I worry about them. I'm with them; I worry. Somedays they're crawling all over me and I feel like I'm sitting cross-legged on a train-track holding them tight, wondering if something horrible is careening around the corner towards us.
Other days, of course, feel like I should save the world from my kids.
_
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Saturday, April 23, 2011
The Seige of Misrata (Take 2)
(So I went back and read the original post--which I'd made for a dear student from Libya who hasn't been able to speak to her family for over a month. The whole thing felt like the equivalent of a rant. Worse, all the pronouns made it sound like the conflict was all about me. I was trying to express solidarity, but it didn't convey well. So first I took out all the pronouns. But it was still too dense and heavy, so I pared it down further. Better now, but it doesn't say everything I mean it to say.)
The Seige of Misrata (Take 2)
The run can start the walk has not. Run, run, and run skies never change
the sky is bloody fruit newsprint flattens cities flight falls like attack, sudden desert nights.
Loud around us art is bursting. Reloading. Pulse. Repulse. of news.
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Friday, April 22, 2011
The Seige of Misrata
(For Hala M.)
For the run has started, the walk has not
run and run till skies never change
the small bloody fruit of the sky weighs
the city at once flatter than newsprint
count among the living
count among the alive
In fates warped and shocked by shells
flight falls like an attack
so Hillary is a hero and so can spend lives
so destinies are lead, so her voice is silver
for reputations are assembled around our feet
for revolutions rattle in the circles at our feet
For around us art is bursting.
And pulse. repulse. of news.
_
For the run has started, the walk has not
run and run till skies never change
the small bloody fruit of the sky weighs
the city at once flatter than newsprint
count among the living
count among the alive
In fates warped and shocked by shells
racked and rocked and fucked by shells
carefully sisters endure, carry each other
one dies today, another in soon days.flight falls like an attack
like sudden desert nights
so destinies are lead, so her voice is silver
for reputations are assembled around our feet
for revolutions rattle in the circles at our feet
For around us art is bursting.
And pulse. repulse. of news.
_
Thursday, April 21, 2011
The Day Homework Went Viral
Stuck in a dinky little library study room sans projector or internet with my ESL kids today, I proctored their exam and then wrote their home assignment up on the chalk board. That's as low-tech as teaching gets, right?
Then as they prepared to walk out of class, these awesome students proceeded to pull out their smart phones, click pictures of the assignment on the chalk board, and forward it to their classmates.
:) !
They're going to inherit the world.
_
Then as they prepared to walk out of class, these awesome students proceeded to pull out their smart phones, click pictures of the assignment on the chalk board, and forward it to their classmates.
:) !
They're going to inherit the world.
_
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Of Fibs, Kids, Pee, and Me
Somedays the kids are all about fibs (about things that don't even matter) and a puddle of pee (a mere, stubborn five inches away from the potty).
Somedays, I prefer my students to my kids. (Less pee.)
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Somedays, I prefer my students to my kids. (Less pee.)
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Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Swept Away
I think of the journey work
of each of these rain drops,
how the studious landings burst
on the skin like surprise kisses
waterfalls that drape every stair
and the leaves hiccuping bigger
in quick gulps, swallowing time.
For I don't cry, who would know?
This sky is now world's cage
it dissolves; is strong, is sullen,
threatens in words too primitive
to howl rainbows at them.
Don't hide your face, my love
--in your safe, plastic landfall
there is also a middle, an end.
We'll win.
_
Monday, April 18, 2011
Selective
For these are the measures of the everyday assassin
wash hands and sanitize.
Moisturize.
Every thing in its place.
Hair. Bullets.
For you will assume news is anachrony.
For you will know anarchy is nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing is nothing.
Below, a window--
To the window.
All is quiet within.
And you are steel.
Smile.
wash hands and sanitize.
Moisturize.
Every thing in its place.
Hair. Bullets.
For you will assume news is anachrony.
For you will know anarchy is nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing is nothing.
Below, a window--
To the window.
All is quiet within.
And you are steel.
Smile.
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