Recipes revive
the taste and spice of the past
in their present form
pressed again into service
in eager healthy doses
Around this table
hands joined,
for better and worse,
heads bowed but eyes clear
the feast steams
in anticipation
a paved road lined
with plates,
bowls, knives, forks,
platters arranged
in converging lines
leading all the way
to future…
trading posts
negotiations, bartered deals
surreptitious feats of theft
tires roll, sticks clack
small voices defend their turf
discussing ownership at
the tip of a wooden sword
dappled light from the patient oaks
shielding parents, some
more patient than others
retaliation, raiders’ repercussions
build it, tear it down
abandoned, left defenseless
all is rent asunder
pillagers infiltrate from every angle,
scavenging supplies
to build and build…
Scrittura Wednesday Prose Poem Prompt: The Body of Language
Gnawing the marrow from the bones of an idea, words dry out and splinter with an internal, infernal wind, cracking teeth as they emerge. The thought ruminated long in gestation; it was in the blood, deep, pulsating in ribosomal fashion, a…
cold and clear
the moon nibbles
its way across
the night eating
at the remnants
of November bright
enough to be
a loud slap
in the face
without any clouds
to buffer its
sign of alarm
its call to
memory I feel
the signal in
my body
a private advent
come early this year
Awake, arise, revive
in the radiant
revelation that travels
across time to
arrive…
with a soft secret brush
the night paints the trees
in the morning they are
weary, unrested
yet blazing with new beauty
ragged as they are
before the relentless wind
the neighborhood is littered
with our summer shade
now brittle underfoot
crumbling to pieces
at the slightest touch
sunshine ignites the fire
that had been waiting
inside them all along, but
by and by…
It’s a muffin of a morning, with the treetops the color of pumpkin spice and everything nice, floury cloud puffs drifting overhead like the kitchen isn’t closed just yet. Mother Nature is always cooking up something. The holiday season is already starting its squeeze, pinching a bit at the sides…
NaNoWriMo beginnings. . . .
I had been arguing with my bags of groceries for five blocks, juggling and bouncing canned goods and bagged vegetables from hip to hip, staggering between pedestrians and other obstacles like a horse with too wide of a saddle. A cab was too much of…
I had never heard of NaNoWriMo until last October, when my daughter — avid writer that she is — brought it up. Always game for a challenge, I decided to join her, especially since the day I learned about the endeavor I also learned that my beloved Grandmother was on…
The sunset season always arrives with me waiting to welcome it, open arms gathering in all the russet golden-yellow that I can, gathering in the gloaming as the darkness gathers itself to its full and mighty height. …
With heartfelt thanks to Blurb Books
It isn’t even November and here I am overflowing with gratitude: today, it’s thanks to Blurb for featuring the book form of a project my daughter and I worked on a few years ago. Sometimes, we still work on it; in fact, having this…
