books. poetry.

I’m reading the best book. Z: A Novel of Zelda Fitzgerald by Therese Anne Fowler. The Jazz Age, F. Scott, New York City, great writing…what’s not to love? I think I’m going to give The Paris Wife a go next. I gave up on Winter’s Tale because it was boring me to death. I know many people who cannot bear to finish a book once they’ve started … Continue reading books. poetry.

Lehman

January 31 (The sky is crumbling…) by David Lehman The sky is crumbling into millions of paper dots the wind blows in my face so I duck into my favorite barber shop and listen to Vivaldi and look in the mirror reflecting the shopfront windows, Broadway and 104th, and watch the dots blown by the wind blow into the faces of the walkers outside & … Continue reading Lehman

in which i shake my fist at the universe…

…and she laughs in my face, and then spits snow in it. Today was just bizarre. Here was my plan…take kiddo to day care, come home, make quick grocery run, get ready and drive back to town for an interview, interview, knock their socks off and get an offer on the spot, do jubilant cartwheels down the hall and all the way to my car, pick up kiddo at … Continue reading in which i shake my fist at the universe…

what the song says

I’ve had “Edge of Desire” from JM’s new album, Battle Studies, on repeat in my car for the past week. Sometimes I get hooked on a song and won’t let it go. This one in particular makes me all melancholy and wistful weird. It’s tortured, longing, desperate. It speaks to me for various personal reasons I won’t go into. It reminds me of something from my past that I can’t forget … Continue reading what the song says