Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Questionnaire


Standing in the middle of all time
Ghosts and maharajas stare
We maintain tunes
Cartoons

The midday limbers
Like painted cake
Are you well?
Did you eat?

These twisted bases
are all alike
and all wrong
so I like them all

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Monday, January 17, 2011

R.O. T. C. / Child

Tell me if we’re bringing you down

Taking back the beautiful invitation

To drop in upon those nations

Class = common noun


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Sunday, January 16, 2011

Read

Falling into holes

to keep on dancing

yes, keep on dancing

 

this common bird

sees love beyond

your ability to love


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Saturday, January 15, 2011

All by myself

My awesome M.I.L. came over to take the kids off to a sleepover at her place. 

I can't imagine that I did, but I must have looked wistful as I tugged mittens over my little kid kittens, because she asked if I was going to be okay. 

That made me break out in a huge smile because--What!? Are you kidding me?! 

But I gave her a big wink and said in my hammiest voice--I'll be ok, I'll find a way to manage.

But just to be sure, I texted Big A who's finishing up his charts at the E.R.:
"Safe to come home. Kids gone."

It's a movie and dive bar kinda night. If. 

IF Big A comes home soon.

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Friday, January 14, 2011

Living January

Is to dream

of one blade of sea

on the far

side of a sandbox

 

Is to think skin

is no boundary

to waves

volatile as time

 

Is to plant

footprints and undress

prophecies too

delicate to translate

 

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Thursday, January 13, 2011

New appointee?

 

Big A:  I was going to look at Haitian protest posters to design an introductory diagnostic for the postcolonial course.

Me: Ohh… (wishing I had thought of it first)

And I got my wish, because Big A seems to have some awesome pedagogical ideas--but only in *my* dreams :).


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Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Prayer

Raise these ashes of snow.
Pace this abyss,
dismiss.
Ascend.
Upend.
Know,
flow.

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Yet another snow day. White-out appointments and plans. I try to be understanding about the aesthetic-emotional compulsion for a white Christmas. But who needs snow after Dec 25th? Whoever you are, know that you're on my pout list.

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Marx or... Lennon

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