My (former) life as the crab

Musings about life after Crabby Office Lady

The Atlantic Ocean (by Bian) October 18, 2011

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Puffer fishZooming down a skinny path 18000
feet below the beautiful sun
I want to explore the Atlantic Ocean
to find a new and weird animal
below the sea.
I also want to find
D.N.A. of an animal that lived
sooooooo long ago but first I will
finish 4th grade.

Maybe I will be the first lady to do that.


This is just to say… July 29, 2011

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I was a Creative writing/poetry/Theater major in college; it prepared me for a life of waiting tables so I went back to grad school and now look at me (no; please don’t).

But that is not the point.

The point is, one of my favorite poems of all time was written by a poet/physician named William Carlos Williams. Here is it, and underneath it, Bian’s take on it.



This is just to say, by William Carlos Williams

PlumsI have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

This is just to say, by Bian Stahl

I have just eaten
All the Jolly Ranchers
In the cupboard

and which you were probably
for movie night

forgive me
there so sweet
so nice
and a good treat.


(Now I love Bian’s version for a couple of reasons: 1) because the kid as a sense of humor like her mamma; 2) Everyone knows I adore my cherry Jolly Ranchers and that B and I have movie night every Friday night, come hell or high water.


Now here is Kenneth Koch’s version (one of them; he had many. Mr. Koch died in 2002. I wish I could have met him and riffed with him on this theme):

 Variations on a theme by William Carlos Williams (by Kenneth Koch)

I chopped down the house that you had been saving to live in next summer.
I am sorry, but it was morning, and I had nothing to do
and its wooden beams were so inviting.

The Beatles in the hollyhocksWe laughed at the hollyhocks together
and then I sprayed them with lye.
Forgive me. I simply do not know what I am doing.

I gave away the money that you had been saving to live on for the next ten years.
The man who asked for it was shabby
and the firm March wind on the porch was so juicy and cold.

Last evening we went dancing and I broke your leg.
Forgive me. I was clumsy and
I wanted you here in the wards, where I am the doctor!




So much depends upon… July 16, 2011

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So much depends

My Dog

to warm my feet at


and for someone to play

(By Bian ♥)