Night into Niebla

I came for the music
of salt laundering sand
and ancient, hourly trains.

There was something about
those cows,
leading their young

beside the cliffs,
bright sun making stark
the contrast

of black and white
on living hides.
I was wearing

everything but shoes,
had brought a small book
about shore birds,

and almost stumbled
as I came upon an object,
round as a planet

but inside out,
smooth throughout
with a rich, brilliant color–

the color of the face
of old men’s clocks,
of ashes nearly ripe,

the clothes
of puppet holders
or people unconceived.

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Revolution begins with spinning and blinking,
countless miles vanish into a traceless curve–

Eventually a year passes,
the clothes of the weak haven’t changed

And the sun casts us out again
flaming with laughter.

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In Transit

I’ve been to an eye clinic today, and it is raining slow. To get to Cedar Street in Tacoma I’m heading counterintuitively north, across 108th Avenue which is a kind of ridge between strip malls looking down on the valley of Kent; we’ll drop down Talbot Street, up past the Medical Center and Bronson Ave’s curves, and at the south Renton Park and Ride I’ll transfer to the 101. Read the rest of this entry »

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Genesis of Fiction

Edge or SODO

The scene that sets the scene is here on First, at Spring not Lenora, where a dark column of a room touches the street in the form of a window.

When I say street I mean a place where walking people shift by, working and unemployed looking for lunch or a coffee, space to schmooze, to pretend being high off drugless beer, sugared electrolytes or milked-down decaf.

Or artists between paid hours, fake sophisticates, inventing tears to go with far-off situations, scavenging the sections of other cities’ newspapers and taking notes in the form of verse in European languages,

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one blue traveling

Never made as much of the roads as I ought to have.
Neon signs rise to clouds from cheap hotels.
Greyhound children search the old sky for Zeppelins.

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Sunday Afternoon

       1 ½ cups brown rice

        1 15-oz. can of Green Pigeon Peas

        Half a handful of crumbled goat cheese per serving

        1-2 tablespoons Ranch dressing per serving

        1 banana per serving

Makes five servings

This is an imitation of a Nicaraguan dish. Rinse and cook the rice, then add it to a pot with the Peas, which I bought in a Mexican grocery store, along with the cheese. You can drain the peas, or leave its juices to cook with the rice when the rice is a little over halfway done, so the juices infuse themselves into the flavor of the rice, instead of simply discarding them.  Put the rice and peas into a bowl and mix with the dressing, just enough to flavor, not enough to notably change the temperature or consistency. Sprinkle goat cheese on top, mix in lightly if desired. Let it cool down lightly as you slice a banana and simply serve it on the side on a small plate, adding a dash of cinnamon to it if you like. I eat the rice with a spoon, because it’s good that way.

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Recipe For A Drink

Chai or Cinnamon tea
Ground coffee (as for drip)
Rice milk
Splenda or sugar

I surmised this recipe from a Gyro place in Bellevue, where I bought something like it for a dollar fifty. It had all the flavor and calories of a latte. As I used to do at Aladdin’s on University Ave, I sat and drank to the sound of Arabian music, reading Louise Erdrich’s The Red Convertible.

Put a teabag, or equivalent in leaves, into a French Press, and add two tablespoons of rich, unflavored coffee. Add two to three heaping teaspoons of Splenda or sugar. Boil two cups of water. Separately, boil one cup of rice milk. Peel a stub of fresh ginger and cut three small strips, each about the size of two quarters. Toss them into the Press, then pour the water and milk. Put the top on the Press, wait about one minute, and press down; wait another minute and serve. A dash of cinnamon or nutmeg won’t be bad, though the drink itself is rich, especially if you’ve chosen fresh, quality tea and coffee with full, complex flavors. Please take at least a few minutes to simply be drinking tea, rather than distractedly drinking it while doing something else. It’s better this way. Enjoy.

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