#MusicMonday: Summertime
One of these mornings you’re gonna rise up singing… you’ll spread your wings and you’ll take the sky…
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Poetry Corner Friday: Generous
I want you to drink me up slowly like a margarita
I want to intoxicate you straight through to
the other side of your opaqueness.
On dancing
The band leader from the Sunday night band was there, and I’m convinced that he was drunk when I got there. I was told he’d only had two beers, but he’s not a heavy eater so that might have been enough. He kept trying to dance with me. I’m not sure why nobody ever believes when I say I can’t dance.
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So… today is my friend in Harlem’s birthday. This of course confirms the suspicions that I’ve heard you all whispering in the peanut gallery: My friend in Harlem is indeed the same person as XmasDolly’s husband. (Click here for sound effect) Actually, it’s been a pretty cool day. Last year was… um… disastrous. Oodles of [...]
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On the rapture (the obligatory post)
Actually, I might not miss it at all. I’m about to go out for some pineapple (because for some reason I just got a ridiculous craving for it) and maybe I’ll catch a few residuals. I say “residuals” because of course, the apocalypse is not likely to be based in Harlem. I’m thinking its epicenter will be further downtown, like Times Square or maybe Columbus Circle.
...read more here#PoetryCorner Friday: Award winner
Somebody in the world must think I’m a good poet… seven or eight people to be exact. A few days ago I won this award for which I am immeasurably grateful:
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On other people’s sickness
Sometimes I wonder what a good friend is. Sometimes I wonder if I’m a good friend. (I’m serious.) Today my friend in Harlem was sick. This is the first time I’ve ever seen him sick. Apparently, he gets sick about once every twenty years or so. I haven’t known him for twenty years. I made [...]
...read more hereOn Indian stuffed animals and band rehearsals
I was with my boyfriend, the Indian boy. We were in Brooklyn. We were in a diner-type restaurant which I swore at the time was familiar. I must have seen it in dreams or something. It was open-air. We were outside. It was, come to think of it, a very lovely day…
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I always see this cat in Penn Station by the McDonald’s over by the 2-train entrance with the Music Under New York sign that says simply “Jahstix.” In fact, that’s just about where he was when I met him.
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On the unofficial Mother’s Day entry
What annoys me is that I was planning anything. I don’t want to admit that I tried. I wish I could say that I didn’t. I wish I could say that I meant it that way. [...] I know that if she reads this, she will cringe, and I’d like to say that it was my intention to make her cringe. There would be honor in that at least…
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