Music Monday: Christmastime is Here
I almost fainted when I found this. The video quality sucks and there’s a weird jump in the middle of it but in God’s name what a sweet rendition of my other favorite Christmas song…
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On the Christmas tree
Some lifetimes ago, that tree used to mesmerize me. Its lights, its shiny hanging ornaments, its colors… it was a family ritual: the assembling of the tree. And yet last night it sat there in the corner in all its glory, like a gaudily dressed aging movie star, reaching her branchy fingers forward toward a world who had now deemed her completely irrelevant.
...read more hereOn visiting demons
I don’t know what I’m doing here. I feel like a ghost moving through live bodies, weaving in and out of the workings of a world to which I absolutely do not belong. I want to see him put his arms around her. I want them to act as though I do not exist. But then, if I do not exist, why am I here?
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Poetry Corner Friday: Five minutes ago
There’s no title. I sent it to him in an email on the day I wrote it with a caption that said simply “To [his name].” I don’t know what I should call it… let’s discuss.
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On sweet accessories
Some days ago I was out in a Starbucks when some fashionistas complimented my purse. My purse? Yes, that one which was so hastily purchased in a little shop on Canal street back in the summertime before a yoga lesson and on the same day as Gregory Porter’s CD release party…
...read more hereMusic Monday: River
I wish I had a river I could skate away on… I wish I had a river so long I could teach my feet to fly…
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On some other woman’s name
I don’t even know what I’m talking about anymore. It doesn’t make sense, what I’m saying. I don’t even want him to leave her. I just want him to pretend that I’m her and call me by her name…
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Music Tuesday: Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Yes, yes, I know I’m a day late, but better late than never! Here’s a classic NYC story for you: a few years back, a clash between my parents and my now-ex husband caused us to get put out of their house on Christmas eve night. Actually, only my husband got put out. I was [...]
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On voodoo soup
All day I’ve been craving a bowl of the trumpeter’s girlfriend’s miracle soup, which had just some weeks ago fully cured me of a mild OD. I’m serious. I woke up that morning feeling like something lodged in my stomach walls was trying to climb out of my body and by her soup, I was made whole… Instead, I made some for myself today. Unfortunately, my soup is just soup. No special voodoo involved.
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