sporadic moments of joy
erupting in everyday witness
of what is & what still might be

sporadic moments of joy
erupting in everyday witness
of what is & what still might be
This afternoon would have been Day 4. It was marked on my calendar, for quarter past three: Feed Sourdough Starter. The soupy concoction was rising nicely, building in size, growing larger. Yes, indeed. My little kitchen experiment, my first attempt at making starter for sourdough bread, was humming right along.
That is, until I preheated the oven to warm up a couple of slices of leftover pizza. Argh!!
Per the instructions on the website I’m following, it’s important to keep the starter cozy and warm in a 70-to-75-degree environment. The site suggested placing the jar, with the bubbling, potent mixture, in the oven with the light on for short periods of time.
However, I forgot that my sweet, little monster was in the oven when I set the oven temperature. To a scorching 400 degrees.
Ruh-Roh.
So. Back to the drawing board. Begin again. And this time, I’ll place a sticky note over the oven controls every time that space is ocupado!
A flash fiction story of mine was published late Halloween night in the Foxglove issue of the online journal Wild Willow Magazine. The story is called Lizard Love. It’s the last piece, on page 40, and I hope you like it.
chocolate chip cookies for breakfast
give me a break!
Trick or TREAT – it’s Halloween, y’all
puppy growls a protective warning
circles the interior perimeter of the house
unknown, unseen assailants quiver in fear
mommy & daddy are safe, once again
autumn leaf portraits
matted on grass & concrete walkways
wooden decks and neglected patios
entire galleries of art
beneath our feet
garbage bins stand, at attention, curbside —
refuse-bags filled with autumn leaves,
their lonely compatriots
in the dark, driving rain of an early morning
I’m pleased to share a short story, one I wrote a few months ago about a date gone horribly wrong from my late 20s. It was just published today, online, in Roi Faineant.
It’s my first foray into non-fiction. The piece is called Spermy and I hope you’ll enjoy it!
a rally of leaves
pepper the front yard —
a small gathering forms
beneath the maple
and the oak
husband does all the cooking
garbage patrol is my domain
mowing, half & half
he does the front, I do the back
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