Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Thursday, June 10, 2010

On The Bus

Somewhere in Billerica, near it's DPW headquarters, a middle-aged Mexican man got on. In his hands was some kind of plant. It had a long, green bud and looked as if it could be hung as an herb would be, drying for taste or decoration. It had been broken from its roots. He sits on the other side of the bus from me, on the lower of the benches. The ride progresses. In Lowell, a black women gets on and points to the transfers near the driver. She sits on my side of the bus, on the higher bench. Later, the Mexican man asleep (or at least dozing), she reaches across and caresses the plant. He does not wake up.

Sunday, June 6, 2010

I Heard No-Sound From The Back

Some club, somewhere. Maybe its that place he's always talking about in Randolph. He is, presumably, dancing and notices that it gets quiet. He turns and sees people turned, watching something at the back. Man and woman, bouncers, crowd. Man turns and woman throws glass, hits the back of man's suit and shatters. No cops. He expounds on the double standard involved in domestic disputes. I nod and agree, not willing to be drawn into it.

Thursday, June 3, 2010

Omar Souleyman

Dinner In Lowell

Decided to make bruschetta, got french bread, tomatoes and fresh basil. Used the last of the good olive oil, and a pinch of the good sea salt. Mixed together, after pitting (basically) the tomatoes. Mashed potatoes for the first time. Shaved the potatoes, waiting for them to call to cut up smaller and begin to boil. Have meat, bread crumbs, katchup, W-sauce, egg and milk; wait for call to assemble.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Forest Fire

Got my stuff together. Wallet, keys, [no cell-phone] and I.D. (planning to get beer, but its Memorial Day = No liquor). Left, locked door, down stairs and out. Walked normal route, on sidewalk really notice the smoke. I had been imagining it outside my windows since the news, maybe it really did look smokey or maybe not. Outside I could tell, and I could smell it, too. Cars past me, towards the supermarket. The smoke, from Canada, connects you with the rest of the world.