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grace alone might have to do

February 18, 2011


“If ever there came a morning when mercy and simple good fortune took to their heels and fled, grace alone might have to do.” (Paradise, Toni Morrison) The summer before my ninth grade year, I read the novel Beloved by Toni Morrison. I had checked it out from the public library which was within walking […]

why some people be mad at me sometimes

October 6, 2010


Resonance. Re-reading Lucille Clifton I came upon this poem and it made a resounding clang within my current emotional life. I wanted to share. From Blessing The Boats: New and Selected Poems 1988-2000 (c) 2000, BOA Editions, Ltd. . why some people be mad at me sometimes they ask me to remember but they want […]

“Things don’t have to be true to talk about ’em, you know.”

August 15, 2010


A few days ago Amazon sent me a gift, a gift I paid for but, never mind, it felt like Christmas anyway. I received a DVD of the 1986 film ‘night, Mother starring Sissy Spacek and Anne Bancroft, written by Marsha Norman and based on her Pulitzer-prize winning Broadway play. Big deal, right? A DVD? […]

In which the fangs are exposed.

August 11, 2010


Anyone who knows me slightly, even if only via online presence, knows that I am a big fan of the television series True Blood.  It’s just a confluence of so many things I love: good writing, Alan Ball, the supernatural, quirky characters, a strong queer presence and bitchy dialogue.  (Those last two inevitably intertwine.)  And, […]

why is your mama so funny

August 6, 2010


“children when they ask you why is your mama so funny say she is a poet she don’t have no sense” (from “admonitions”) I remember vividly, as a child, sitting in the stacks of the library where my father worked, days upon days, reading whatever books I fancied. Sometimes I read things because I had […]

“You know, Frankie, you’re the only soul alive who understands me.”

August 3, 2010


Dear Helene Hanff, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN MY WHOLE LIFE? As it would happen, you’ve been right beside me. To suggest you have been missing from my entire life is quite false, since in fact you’ve been an ongoing presence throughout it. I discovered, via my parents’ VHS library of recorded-from-cable films, “84 Charing Cross […]