Fragment 1
–Sonia Sanchez
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For the Mad
–Lucille Clifton
Today
–Mary OliverToday I’m flying low and I’m
not saying a word
I’m letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep.The world goes on as it must,
the bees in the garden rumbling a little,
the fish leaping, the gnats getting eaten.
And so forth.But I’m taking the day off.
Quiet as a feather.
I hardly move though really I’m traveling
a terrific distance.Stillness. One of the doors
into the temple.
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Advice to an Imagist
–Eavan Boland
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Generosity
–Todd Davis
The sun hits the ice-coated snow at 186,282 miles per second,
then slides across the greased surface of the earth.I woke our sons this morning with the smell of bacon
spitting in an iron skillet.An hour earlier, the smell of your sex stirred me,
and we held each other in dim lightas a garbage truck rumbled through the neighborhood.
I crack eggs in the brown the bacon bequeaths,whisk them until the yellow and white congeal.
This time of year I have to squint to make out the headsof laurel leaves as they strain their necks
to stay above the snowline. With so much radianceit’s hard to hide my love for the pleasures of the earth.
When I was ten, a maple tree, split at its crotch by lightning,went sap, freezing and thawing in an amber slick.
Night turned over in an unmade bed, and I lickedthe sweet until my tongue was raw. What compares
to a cheek on the breast, a hand gently cradlinga lover’s bottom? Near the middle of the river
frazil ice swirls and bucks, kicking water into the airwhere it freezes. You love dark chocolate and sea salt,
anything that melts with the body’s temperature.I love building a fire in the snow, watching the russet
soil appear beneath the kettle as it begins to boil.
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It Will Not Be
–Circe Maia
Building the days one by one
it may well be that we lose an hour
— maybe just one hour —
or more or many more, but rarely are there extra.They’re always missing, lost to us.
We would like to steal them from the night
but we are tired
already our eyelids are heavy.So we go to sleep and the final image
— before diving into dreams —
is of a new day, with long hours
like plains stretching out, like the wind.Pitiful lie.
There will be no days like the unexpected bubbles
surprising, open.The juice of this past day
seeps through the edge of dawn
and is already gnawing on it.
Translation
No habrá
Construyendo los días uno a uno
bien puede ocurrir que nos falte una hora
– tal vez sólo una hora –
o más o muchas más, pero raro es que sobren.Siempre faltan, nos faltan.
Quisiéramos robarlas a la noche
pero estamos cansados
nos pesan ya los párpados.Nos dormimos así y la final imagen
– antes de zambullirnos en el sueño –
es para un día nuevo, de anchas horas
como llano estirado, como viento.Lastimosa mentira.
No habrá días-burbujas imprevistos
sorprendentes, abiertos.El zumo de este día transcurrido
se filtra por el borde de la madrugada
y ya la está royendo.
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White Bear
–Joy Harjo
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It isn’t often that I bake any more… and maybe that’s why I failed on such an epic scale with these cookies. I was doing a large-ish bake of old standards anyway, and when you’ve got a bunch of stuff going at once in a standard-sized kitchen, it’s easy to cut corners and make mistakes. However, I watched the most recent season of The Chef Show on Netflix (I never gave Jon Favreau much consideration before, but have mad respect for his reverence for bread baking and his sincere commitment to learning the ins and outs of cooking), and famous baker Christina Tosi appeared in an episode, showing the unsuspecting audience how to bake a whole load of tempting treats. Including this Corn Flake/marshmallow thing. It seemed like more trouble than it was worth (the first step being a Corn Flake crunch that had to cool completely before use), and the recipe itself also seemed finicky. Tosi told the guys in the show that if you didn’t do this (beat the butter and sugar for long enough), or that (beat the flour or add-ins for too long), or the other thing (didn’t thoroughly chill the formed cookies on cookie sheets), your cookies would not turn out.
Even though I was careful to follow the instructions to the letter, mine still spread out WAY too much. I even made the dough by weight (I normally go the much more inaccurate cup measurement way) and still ended up going wrong.
If the whole process were a bit friendlier I might try this again, but cookies that require extra steps (like the aforementioned crunch) are too time consuming for me these days. If I do ever try it again, I will document what I do differently (and share, if it works).
225 g butter, at room temperature 16 tablespoons (2 sticks)
250 g granulated sugar 1 1/4 cups
150 g light brown sugar 2⁄3 cup tightly packed
1 egg
2 g vanilla extract 1/2 teaspoon
240 g flour 1 1/2 cups
2 g baking powder 1/2 teaspoon
1.5 g baking soda 1/2 teaspoon
5 g kosher salt 1 1/2 teaspoons
3/4 recipe Cornflake Crunch (below) 270 g (3 cups)
125 g mini chocolate chips 2⁄3 cup
65 g mini marshmallows 1 1/4 cups
Cornflake Crunch
makes about 360 g (4 cups)
This recipe was originally created to accompany the Cereal Milk Panna Cotta. It was one of those first-swing, home-run hits. It is incredibly simple to make and equally versatile in its uses. Put some in a plastic bag and take it on the go as the best snack ever, or use it as an ingredient in the recipes that follow.
170 g cornflakes ½ (12-ounce) box (5 cups)
40 g milk powder ½ cup
40 g sugar 3 tablespoons
4 g kosher salt 1 teaspoon
130 g butter, melted 9 tablespoons
Love Worker
–Charles Simic
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