2010 has been a bit of a doozy as years go. You take the sweet and the bitter. It was the year Holland almost clinched the World Cup in South Africa. For several weeks on pre-set days, I take on a resemblance of a character from Halloween in a non-October timeframe. An ardent fan of… Continue reading Orange Black Cookies
Category: Recipes
A Trip to France with Victor Hugo
Doesn’t that sound nice? Hob-nobbing with Msr. Sarkozy and walking the Champs-Elysees after picking up a warm baguette and cafe au lait to go. I’m cleaning up years of accumulated paper in preparation for the move, which is to say, years of collected words. Why else would anyone have boxes of paperwork laying around the… Continue reading A Trip to France with Victor Hugo
Valentine- from me to you
There’s something priceless and dear about having so many people who bring you joy in one room. It is a gift of temporality that shimmers. Jean Valentine’s collection “Little Boat” features these beautifully compressed poems that are so spare and full of air in the form of spacing and interesting syntax. I remembered enjoying dissecting… Continue reading Valentine- from me to you
Up late with Jaroslav Seifert
I owe the mad rush of energy working its way out of my fingertips to the drummer from the Over the Rhine concert tonight. He had me tapping my palm, my thigh, knee and just when I thought I couldn’t get more amped up, they ended with some lovely ballads. So it was a good… Continue reading Up late with Jaroslav Seifert
Wilderness and song
Wilderness is unhabitable and somehow conjures up intrigue through the wildness that runs rampant. It is part of each of us- our story will have some wilderness threaded into it. The question is how to let its texture shape us- will it be like silken shantung with bumps that call attention away from the sheen… Continue reading Wilderness and song
Larissa Szporluk’s “Deliverer”
“Dark Sky Question” as a title of a collection of poems sounds intriguing, doesn’t it? I found the poems inside equally compelling by what they tell and what they leave out. What would be the single question you might ask to a dark sky? What would its’ response be? Szporluk’s poems have an air of… Continue reading Larissa Szporluk’s “Deliverer”
a poem, tonight
I dedicate this poetry shout-out to 3rd semester students at NEC- go get ’em and write on with your theses! Vocabulary of Dearness by Naomi Shihab Nye How a single word may shimmer and rise off the page, a wafer of syllabic light, a bulb of glowing meaning, whatever the word, try “tempestuous” or “suffer,”… Continue reading a poem, tonight
Consider This: Poetics
Continuous Cities 4 By Italo Calvino You reproach me because each of my stories takes you right into the heart of a city without telling you of the space that stretches between one city and the other, whether it is covered by seas, or fields of rye, larch forests, swamps. I will answer you with… Continue reading Consider This: Poetics
Cleanse-Approved Apple Crisp
Last Tuesday I began a 3-week cleanse. What does that mean, you might ask, to which I would respond I can’t eat any: — dairy — sugar — bread — fruit (except green Granny Smith apples) — vinegar — alcohol The glitch might appear to be the fact that I had yet to celebrate my… Continue reading Cleanse-Approved Apple Crisp
Lentil Quinoa with Kale
[print_this] Lentil Quinoa with Kale I came up with this dish a few weeks ago and found it so yummy that it was my vegetarian contribution to the Thanksgiving meal yesterday. No turkey, no tryptophan, no troubles! What I discovered in making this recipe is how marvelous the kale cooking liquid is. I actually reserved… Continue reading Lentil Quinoa with Kale
Bangkok Lychee Cocktail
[print_this] Bangkok Lychee Cocktail This drink is totally inspired by one of my favorite restaurants in Chicago, VTK. I had a similar cocktail there about a month ago and have been wanting to drink something similar in SF, but to no avail. The closest thing I could find was Poleng’s “Poleng Me” cocktail- a great… Continue reading Bangkok Lychee Cocktail
George, where were you a month ago…
I feel like I could have written this poem a month ago, albeit a sloppier and more windy version. May you enjoy his tight distillation of inner emotional and passionate ravagings. Denial by George Herbert When my devotions could not pierce Thy silent ears, Then was my heart broken, as was my verse; My breast… Continue reading George, where were you a month ago…