slabs of seedless watermelon lush pink and bright yellow next door i’ve never had the yellow but i want yellow i want something close to sun heirloom tomatoes all the way from his garden in Jersey sit on storefront windowsills sunning til a red he is fond of blooms to then be chopped along with… Continue reading my harlem lunch hour
When Spring returned to us in all its young green finery, I wanted to eat it. To squeeze a little lime on it in broad daylight and find my way, past the beefsteak tomatoes, standing strong on the sides of heirlooms, the tall, bruised green of the earth. The day before Easter, I grabbed the… Continue reading One of Many Ways to Eat Spring
There’s this feeling you get when people from all over Queens (and other boroughs!) gets together to write all weekend long. It’s sorta like the feeling you get after taking the very last bite of a piece of bread delicately smothered in fig jam, at a picnic your friend or neighbor had thrown for no other reason… Continue reading Join Me for Queens Writes Weekend!
I was a little tipsy on the dance of the velvety heart rolling in my mouth I was dumb-tipsy on the day. Connie and I didn’t know it yet, but walking first into Wave Hill’s Sunroom before lounging in all of it’s unabashed green was a high-five moment. We actually high-fived each other. I am… Continue reading where you are planted / bloom
Have you ever felt like rows of cut rainbow swiss chard and heads-down sunflowers, with skies of gray threatening an any-minute-down-pour? Yeah. That was me the moment October hit. I feel similarly now, and decided to carry William Stafford with me in hopes for a better mood. But, like my good friend Valerie says, “He’s so comforting… Continue reading some of what the earth says
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i. the McIntosh apple tree has a brace on each side. so many of the trees here are leaning and breaking or already broken. they are the ones that bare the most fruit. i, too, have this much to give. said this to myself as i had one knee in the…
In July, I was asked to read poems inspired by my neighborhood: Jamaica, Queens. I was even part of a panel, guys. WHAT!? I saw this as an opportunity for me to write about my favorite vegetarian Indian eatery (Annam Brahma), as well as my new love for cooking Indian cuisine right in the heart… Continue reading Dal Recipe & Poem