Saturday, March 7, 2015

Saturday poem

The Sunblock Gang
Saturday, March 7, 2015
9:53 AM
I don't know why I tried to hang
For all those years with the sunblock gang.
Shunning daylight out of habit.
My tanning oil turning rancid in the medicine cabinet.

I gave up sleep so we could play
Always up at dawn for work either way.
Seems stupid now, as I've been told
We never really had much in common anyway.

I filled their cave with innumerable goods,
Fixed supper for the worms and the elves.
Just like Anne, look what happened to her.
Imagining the last the bright routes.
I got some pills to help with that.
It wasn't enough. I don't live there anymore.

My house is made of windows now
No vampires come for tea
I miss the blood red wine we drank.
I don't think they miss me.

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

A Sunday Night

The day has melted into this blur of movement
Circling around the building
Life demands me in small gestures.
Her shoes in the middle of the floor

The quiet niggling songs of faraway things are
Fighting with the hum of the refrigerator,
The rattling of radiators, the shuddering
 of rigid pipes inside the walls of this old house.

Trash goes out tonight, weather permitting
I take the plastic waterbottles to the curb
Break the melting ice from the bin, thankful
For this small grace - take the detritus of
my selfishness away from this place.

I used to imagine my next life, bright and
Free, when I was young and wedded to a

Vision of what I thought my life had to be.

I'm working up some stuff to read at the next MAC Poetry night.  
Any feedback you feel like giving is appreciated.  

Sunday, March 1, 2015

Pancake Recipe

Breakfast this cold and dreary Sunday morning was PANCAKES.   I started thinking of them before I even got out of bed.

The kitchen was tidy enough to cook in this morning, thanks to Mark who washes my dishes.  Last night we went to the MAC to see a show.  "Same Time Next Year" was a pleasant enough diversion but I have to say I didn't think the performance was very good.  The second act was better than the first, but I didn't think it was very romantic at all.  Romance for me, this week, is a man who takes you out to see a delightfully awful play and then washes the dishes that the kids left in the sink.

Back to Pancakes, though.  I suggest mixing them in Fiestaware, but any bowl will do as long as you love the way it feels in your hands.  Into the Beloved Bowl, put:

  • One cup of Flour.  Mine is currently a mixture of whole wheat pastry flour and white whole wheat, but all purpose would work just as well, I think.
  • 2 teaspoons Baking Powder
  • 1/4 tsp salt
  • One packet of instant oatmeal of your choice. Or you could use 1.5 ounces of plain old oats, or Bob's red Mill hot cereal, or CoCoWheats if you are into those kinds of things.
Whisk these gently together, cradling the bowl in your arms like a baby, or maybe just stare intently down into it.  Add a few teaspoons of cinnamon here, or cardamom, or ginger... Or don't add anything and let your choice of hot cereal influence the final flavor.  These will not be very sweet.  If you like your pancakes sweet by all means add some sugar here but I prefer not to.

Now, into a measuring pitcher (or a bowl with a spout, or a regular old bowl even) combine:

  • One cup Milk
  • One Egg
  • 4 ounces of Applesauce (one individual serving size plastic cup's worth)
Whisk these together, then pour into the dry ingredients and stir just till combined.
Cook on a medium hot griddle or frying pan till done.
Enjoy with sliced fruit, Maple Syrup, by themselves,

Later, I made a sandwich out of the last two cold pancakes and the last of my Camembert cheese.  Might have been better than the strawberries and Maple Syrup.