




I’ve got a virgin batch of sourdough starter in the works — I think…
Would love to pick somebody’s brain about this mysterious, tempestuous process. So much conflicting, confusing information out there. Am I even doing this right? (Is this thing on?!?!?)
Argh.
In other words, HELP!!
Farmers vote for you-know-who. You-know-who implements tariffs. Tariffs annihilate farmers. You-know-who decrees $1.8 billion to help farmers.
The American people get stuck with the tab. Thanks, farmers. NOT!
a pot of chili and cornbread,
warm & fresh from the oven —
butter, slathered generously
a cold glass of Ovaltine
winter tummies, satisfyingly fed
mismatched argyle socks
Pippi Longstocking tangles
gaunt face painted in defiance —
her intractable iron will
pushes an unwary staff
back on their heels
puppy growls a protective warning
circles the interior perimeter of the house
unknown, unseen assailants quiver in fear
mommy & daddy are safe, once again
garbage bins stand, at attention, curbside —
refuse-bags filled with autumn leaves,
their lonely compatriots
in the dark, driving rain of an early morning
sheath of fog
mists Lake Colchester —
terraced hills,
barely discernible
in the just beyond
Two poems of mine, Arctic and field, were published today in January House Literary Journal, “a meeting place for diverse expressions, urgent conversations, and the ever-evolving landscapes of contemporary literature and art.”
Click here to access the PDF version of the issue. Print copies are available on Amazon.
Thank you, everyone, for your support!
darkness bearing down
out of the northwest
an ominous sky
bursting with promise
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