We all start the same way — mostly — buns in the oven, proofing and rising, but for me, not just a resting place, my culinary beginnings, my birth, my crumb elastic and moist, growing with structure, held formed and tight by a golden crust hard with experience and knowledge the artisan in me, captured…
Meta
Fenced from memory I gaze up Words freed from imagination Longing whispers into blue Incantations I spell With rhythmic cadence Crafting digits Mark the white Becomes Verse. ∞ Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo). Today’s prompt: Day Nine: “Today, because it’s a Saturday, I thought I’d try a prompt that asks…
Red Light, Green Light, Stop
Finished — take — a familiar path — straight to your closest intersection pause for the Red Light turn your back to front, look ahead and — wait — watch the light — and wait Green Light — watch the people cross count-down, and breathe — and watch — their feet with each second Red…
rings a bell
with a doorbell pulled I remember you always there thoughts tarnished brass etched upon childhood above Oregon grape twisted chords together chimes toll time notes love letters symbols cracked silence rings an open door invites embrace acceptance belonging like a doorbell Grandma I hear. ∞ Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo…
breaking bread
Flour water salt and yeast, primordial ingredients Measured, mixed and folded, scaffolding erected from culture Civilization risen, building blocks for hearth and home. * * * Burning oven fires, consuming a searing steam sublimates Blister rattan ringed skin, forming flour into crust and crumb Broken bread, saturates the air, binding we offer and share. ∞…
moonlight
I lay there — changing beneath the thin cotton sheets caught in the threads of the silver light pinpoints revealing each letter upon the pages I devoured in the thinness of the night. I lay there absorbed in the alphabet constant an ephemeral Enigma predicting into what I would with each turn metamorphosize wish I…
No Regrets
no regrets, cast away recall cast away away cast away all painted memories in aerosol drip my spell upon a wall Vive la France and Charles De Gaulle Pour the streets with alcohol Being bad – meh – that’s my downfall Screw the good, life’s protocol Smoke a cigarette, how banal Rather, maybe, sex in…
Earthly Habits
my Father always toiled at the earth above the rocks he kept our yard a solitude of quiet and play a kinder garten circled by the elm hedge and shaded by the twin aspen it was always home and always work. my Father always toiled at our garden on the verge of my perception I…
My Life is a Valley
a valley is my life a natural paradise I was born of a valley a winding lake monster filled with blossom and pollen fragrance captured, hilled in hands I am wet with wandering rivers deepen my back enter me and I deliver passage running between the mountains I am a yoga pose interrupting the plain…
Gone to the Birds
Gone to the Birds World Health Organization reports #vaccinations administered by air travel break our distance the answer contradicts wet market obfuscation origin stories rapid testing rising numbers birds gather in public unmasked fed prescriptions sourdough pieces intensive care moistly distributed to the populations all variants flock together casting caution to the ventilation open borders…
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