Dear Giovanna La Cucina Siciliana di Gangivecchio I have fed and dined upon your words satiated my own hunger for travel and culinary knowledge. Your family the treasures you have shared are now my treasures stringing families together keeping me nourished my mind dressed and many years marinated and seasoned. I’ve cooked my way through…
Yesterday’s Lament
Yesterdays dreams in a drawer Paperbacks promised cascade dog eared devoured once a Word was enough Mother Nature’s Country boy reaching Across the universe across the daffodils distracted abandoned Ask me why? Bad boy? Because? Please, please, me Carry that weight slide it close Writer dried up pens inkwell waiting yellowed clippings recordings ramblings No…
Gordon’s Friday List
Marco’s meat hammer donkey??? best refinement training? 1 kilo kosher salt dozen aprons (blue) 5 signed copies of Street Burger 2 boxes Arborio rice cough drops hair gel change of clothes overnight bag buy dozen scampi dog eared copy of Merchant of Venice Michelin’s recommendations in Canada Chicago??? map of Golden Mile find lease Mont…
on the death of a tree
Can you hear me? Can you hear me cry? Can you hear me as I die? I wonder if my voice travels Outside this place, this clearing, Surrounded by my brethren And sisters born from a great fire. The staff of my life has rotted away See my mangled entrails, my roots Now exposed by…
variations
v.1 Sun Beam Bursting Open door Ingested puzzle Pollinated aponia. v.2 Sun Burst Banquet Cryptograph Measures golden feet Unlocks Nature’s woven treasure. v.3 Life Seeds Counted Prearranged Honeyed sunbeam Crumbled into a dusted feast. ∞ Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo). Today’s prompt: Day Seven: “Of the poetic forms…
the Forest within this Tree
you are the needle within the crown you are the sharp hair in a coating hoar frost you are a beak’s beaten sawdust on the floor you are the pine’s pollen cast on a spring wind you are the robin egg held safe in a nest you are a shadow cool on sweat dripping day…
travel into that good light
Travel Into that Good Light Dale Schierbeck Down down, travel into that good light Our youth burnished new with the rising day Run,run away from the birth of the night. Tangled in the ignorance of the fight Between a divide and an entrance way Down down, travel into that good light. Good dog, loyal and…
caged
the parabolic light caught by its tail palms surrender to black fire shaded sculptures a caged sun kiss. ∞ Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo). Today’s prompt: Day Four: I challenge you today to select a photograph from the perpetually disconcerting @SpaceLiminalBot, and write a poem inspired by one of…
split
consciousness staring into belonging clinging through contrast divided by black crack of winter life gripped sinews bark torn ripped split infinity in a sliver of time. ∞ Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo). Today’s prompt: Day Three: Today, I’d like to challenge you to make a “Personal Universal Deck,” and…
little voices
My life wasn’t a path but rather zig zags way finding bridges and holes chasms and cliffs taking only the road that was with courage to step off an asphalt toll highway and move into the shadows across the piled up stones. don’t be silly Nose buried in fantasy I dreamed of a different time…
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