Saturday, January 21, 2012

Meyer lemon muffins

Laura is coming over, and these are for afternoon tea. They're basic lemon poppyseed muffins, except that instead of just using the zest and the juice of fresh lemons, I included thin pieces of two whole fruits (doused with sugar) as well.

What else was I to do with incredibly expensive, meltingly soft, clementine-scented Meyer lemons? (Make curd. But there are still three left.)

Monday, January 16, 2012


My friends,

At 5 am, today is one of those days on which you feel you could easily spend the whole thing just recovering from yesterday--drinking water, washing the dishes, bolstering up your heart and soul for the next bout of human contact--but somehow, there is no time, and you must go to work. This day feels like the last dregs of yesterday; can I really stretch them out another twelve hours?

Over the past few days, one acceptance and one rejection of poetry submissions. 240 pages of Little Dorrit (I'd forgotten the extent to which one needs to commit to Dickens, but also the extent to which it's easy to do so). Several ounces of sherry. Several coats of white paint. Window shopping on the internet (this bag, this dress, this wool, this book). Violin practice. Exercise. And my own sweater finished, now being blocked.

All must be put on hold, because in this interlude (smack in the middle of a pair of "clopen" shifts), the essential things are to clean up the kitchen, make myself pretty, and pack up some healthy food. We soldier on.

And oh. It is winter. -31 C degrees of it. I will probably pretend I'm Laura Ingalls on my walk to work.

Friday, January 13, 2012

false spring

Happy New Year! Is it even winter?

Some resolutions:

- floss!

- run the 5k in April--officially, this time

- finish a new story

- tend a proper garden come spring (tomatoes, lettuce, peppers, rainbow carrots, beets, kale)

- save 4000 dollars

- lose 9 pounds (I've maintained the same weight and size for about a year now, which means that I'm at a net 15-pound loss from the 164 I started at during the summer of 2010. I still don't feel totally comfortable, or pretty, or healthy, and would like to get down to 140.)

- work through a math text (Zorich)

- work on becoming a better cook (Indian and Thai food, especially)

- finish sewing first dress (brown paisley)

- drink champagne for 21st birthday

I am getting stronger again. Push-ups, planks, pike crunches, free weights, running, stairs.

I started painting the second book cube this evening. Whipped-cream white. It's only taken me six months--what of it?

And the rough shape of a new poem today. Something novel and important, slightly shocking; the crucial thing is to treat it naturally.

I would like to give away a couple of felt books. How to go about it? I am not good at creating hype. If you want one, speak your piece. (I will post anywhere.)

Sunday, January 8, 2012

Cat Murdered

Cat explained
He was going crazy

Himself do anything

Was like watching
A cat die

Cat murdered Cat
Asked for too much

Cat yelled Why
Too many times

Cat gagged him
On the sob

(Have no fear. This is the last one.)

Friday, January 6, 2012


On the left, butter, radish, Maldon salt, black pepper, green onion. On the right, homemade hummus, feta, grape tomatoes, black pepper.

Some of the first satisfying food I've eaten since Christmas.

Thursday, January 5, 2012

The only encounter of Cat and Crow

Crow hopped down
and said, "Puss in boots."

Cat flicked soap
in Crow's eyes.

He was washing up.
His new coat

hung on Crow's tree.
When he wore it tonight

he thought it
would seem quite clear

to her that he loved her.
"I love her,"

Cat murmured.
Crow screamed.

"I love most
her humanness.

When I wear this coat
I know how they walk."

Crow crashed blindly
back to his tinsel.

"But when I imagine
our future, I have always

turned myself into a man,"
Cat reflected sadly.

He pulled out a pair of boots.
He put on his coat.

(I am thinking of collecting all the Cat poems into a little book--maybe a little illustrated book. What do you think?)