Sometimes Wednesdays are Weird

Somethings in life are so addicting that they call for an ode. One of those things is SVU, with an extra helping of B.D. Wong. This is co-written with a lovely friend and blogger, Meghan, who I dearly miss due to her ongoing adventures in Europe. (

The Law and Order: SVU Poem

Whoever thought these New York streets
would see a crime like this, so topical
so especially heinous. How many ways
can someone be raped?

A pithy remark– cut
black– chung chung.

Ideology and sexual tension in squad room
debates. Did you see that innocent
bystander, boyfriend, mother, coworker?
A familiar face– perhaps a Tony
nominee– chung chung.

The interrogation goes too far. How
does Stabler still have a job? Nearly
kills the suspect. It’s personal.
He has five kids.
First suspect didn’t do it– we have forty
minutes left– chung chung.

Lost Words

The spontaneity of writing–ideas, the flow of prose–never ceases to surprise me. It happens in the most random places and times, and takes over like as if it put you in a daze and slapped you right back out of it. Stories, poems formulate inside, the mind turning, spinning words faster than any processor–the time it takes to turn a trick, a magic card–too fast for reflection, too fast to record. It leaves me frozen, afraid to move, get out of bed, pull the car over… for fear the flow will cease, river drained, that’s it. By the time a pen is in my hand, or the keyboard is handy, everything found is jumbled. It never seems the same. Fleeting like the twenties. A warped shadow of the original; a poor translation. Such a shame that my mind cannot imprint or burn words onto paper as they are simultaneously thought. Wouldn’t that be so convenient. I could write essays while laying in my bed, dreaming words onto the page.

I am always left wondering if my best work will occur in my mind as a flash, and disappear before I can write it! Just a few thoughts on today, for this happened to me this morning. I attempted to write an essay, all hypothetically I suppose, while comfortable and warm in the waking hours.

Bedtime stories turned insomnia cures

In my opinion, one of the most challenging things to do as an author is to create a work that is both appropriate and enjoyable for young readers, yet equally entertaining for adults. For adults this entertainment is not purely nostalgic, but genuine. These stories are plain and simple magic. They combine elements that capture a young person’s imagination and stimulate an adults. Since I think this is a great accomplishment for any author, I’ve compiled a list of some of my favorite books that I feel fit very neatly into this category.

1. Anything by Roald Dahl. Really. Take your pick. Here is the short list of some of my favorites/his most well known.

  • The BFG
  • James and the Giant Peach
  • Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
  • Fantastic Mr. Fox
  • Matilda
  • The Witches

2. Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking-Glass, Lewis Carroll
3. Something Wicked This Way Comes, Ray Bradbury
4. The Harry Potter series, J.K. Rowling
5. The Hobbit, J. R. R. Tolkien
6. The Chronicles of Narnia, C.S. Lewis
7. Peter Pan, J.M. Berry
8. Haroun and the Sea of Stories, Salman Rushdie
9. A Christmas Carol, Charles Dickens (Can’t forget the holiday spirit, now can we?)
10. The Phantom Tollbooth, Norton Juster (One of my sister’s favorites)
11. Watership Down, Richard Adams
12. The Giver, Lois Lowry

One of my favorites on this list is Haroun and the Sea of Stories by Rusdie (its sequal, Luka and the Fire of Life is equally entertaining). There is a wealth of history and culture in this book, and I would eventually like to incorporate in my curriculum. When High School Students are taught multi-cultual novels, they are often from a very short list of books in the cannon (India, if covered at all, is usually studied through the eyes of Kipling). Now, Rushdie is certainly in the canon, however when teachers decide to use one of his novels it is usually Midnight’s Children, which is an extraordinary undertaking for a HS student. Haroun offers a literary merit that should satisfy even the most enthusiastic clingers to the classics, and, most importantly, a story and characters that students can connect with and will root for. You can’t help but feel as if you’re carried along on a magic carpet and transported into a world where the Word and Stories not only have extraordinary power, but are valued by all. Not only is it fun, but it actually satisfies Common Core Standards too.

These are just a few in what is probably a list of many. My options are not terribly extensive considering the fact that I’m limited to books I’ve read both when I was younger and as an adult. I would love to hear some childhood favorites that you still pick off the bookshelf for a good read. Hopefully (although you are no longer a child or young adult) you can find enjoyment in reading some of these books. I know I certainly still do!

Ch- ch- ch- changes!

I have decided to go out on a limb and move my blog from google to wordpress. Big changes, I know. I will make all efforts to connect with my loyal readers and notify people of this change, as well as attempt to redirect traffic from my new and improved site. Not to worry, it is still the same idea, same so so poetry, and even the same name… only now I have my own URL. Moving up in the world, I suppose. I’m still working out some of the kinks, so until I’ve got the whole wordpress thing down, bare with me for the time being. As a result of the transfer, some poems have taken on a new form due to formatting inconsistencies between the two hosts. I have desperately tried to change this by going through every single post, but my efforts have been to no avail. Most of the issue is with spacing and line breaks–as in many of the line breaks (or all for that matter) in some poems have been done away with. I have tried all but completely re-typing the poems to remedy this, but again, to no avail. However, overall I am happy with the change. Thank you all for reading!

Coffee Cup Poem no.32

Sorry about the terrible handwriting, but I scribbled the first draft on the cup. Another poem of Wonderland thinking brought by a lovely cup of tea, as one can see.

Playing Checkers

I play hop-scotch on a checkerboard,
ruling the world under my feet
a Queen with no regrets,
lightly tiptoeing through her kingdom.

I move from redto white to black,
rejecting the suits of theold,
watching the Queen ofHearts
stir in her bed.

The one I made her, of roses,
painted the colour of her lust
now deep in the underground of silence
in the mysteries of dreams.

Her birds, they roam until they are only figures on a ceiling,
while I play hop-scotch ona checkerboard floor,
loving the game, both asleep and waking,
in dreams of black and white.

Dear Readers, It’s My Week Off…

And by golly am I going to take it. Coffee Cup Poems is taking a week hiatus in honor of Thanksgiving, the holiday famous for overeating.  There may be a surprise or two during the week, but I will definitely be back scribbling on cardboard cups by the Monday after, so if you actually check this daily do not fear! I wish you all a happy, family and food filled holiday week. Please don’t get trampled on black friday. Love, D.P.

Yvonne the Cow, My hero.

A while ago there was a story evolving around the epic escape of Yvonne the Cow from her death sentence in a German Slaughter House. Well, much to many people’s relief, the search was called off and Yvonne will be allowed to live out her life as a free cow in the forests of Germany. Here is a link to NPR’s stories about Yvonne. I wrote a Poem in her honor.

I wrote a poem in honor of Yvonne the Freedom Fighting Cow.
In sine distant forest,
Yvonne Roams
freed from the
slaughter house, the
rectangular grazing grounds
she called home.
I think of the cows
In Oklahoma,
their grazing grounds
so like Yvonne’s.
Will they ever
break out,
cause a panic,
roam the wild,
as if living out God’s intentions?
What about the cows in
and England,
Will they too follow Yvonne into the wild?
Do they know,
by some divine grace,
her story?
Perhaps all the cows of the world
will migrate
and seek refuge
in India,
where they will be safe
from the factories
and the hungry mouths
waiting to be fed.
Lead your revolution, Yvonne.

Now that’s what I call Human

If aliens were to land on earth after it has turned into a wasteland and humans have obliterated each other, and decided to conduct a study of humanity hopefully they do not find this first:

or this,

Hopefully not this,

and definitely not most of the videos on this list (although some would not be embarrassing for humanity and entertaining for good reasons).

If these alien anthropologists do find something while browsing through the most popular videos of our culture, I would hope it to be this:

This video conveys the human capacity to love and appreciate nature, as well as a full spectrum of human emotion. This man cherishes and fully respects the wonder of nature. He is also not afraid to cry about it. Now that’s what I call Human.