Hour 14–The Beanery, Grafton, West Virginia

It was the breakfast food, the best diner food ever Home fries and eggs over and toast But let’s be clear It was the only place within thirty miles that served breakfast all night long to college kids and rail men in overalls and other nocturnal…

Poem #15: We Had Two Gardens

It was enough, the wild asparagus growing outside the fence, unconditionally for the entire family, but only my parents would eat it. I would pretend to wield dry tiger lily stalks as rapiers, pretend that our property extended beyond the painted stakes. When everything was…

Lost

Lost of words thoughts just passing by observations are yawning Surprises awaits the mind hates to be numb and quiet hope still says you will find the voice in the end

Cinquain

Magic is the making of rhyme Out of tiny sweeps, and ticking time Reaching into the ethers eternal To extract a small, ripe kernel That bursts into bloom!

Toxic Necessity (Food Prompt) – 14/24

the irony- to be prompted to write about food. i have barely written about anything else for years. you’d think, i’d run out of things to say, about the very act of eating it is necessary for my life but still – so toxic i…

It’s my favorite

It appears before me and I have become ‘Gollum’ With shoulders hunched and weary eyed. I watch as its placed before me. A steaming pile of pasta drenched in the most exquisite bolagnese.   I scream in victorious joy that echos throughout the land. It…

Hour 14

Food I prefer the bland ones, the incredibly sweet ones The cream buns, the Swedish-style saffron buns The ones that crack and snap and the ones that stretch for miles Lightly baked crackers or even the seemingly vile Food is all food to me The…

#14bis – The Great Mother is an Angel

The Great Mother Is an Angel Going to heaven Carrying your heart In a bottle   It’s still alive And well beating Inside the crystal – – clear glass Of the jar it’s in   Everybody wants to see The heart beating in a glass…

Fourteenth poem

A milkshake can taste like a dream Made right, they’re more than they seem. Share with your love if you’re able. Like making love on the table And sometimes it’s better with whipped cream.