The Morning Baking - Poem by Carolyn Forche

The Morning Baking - Poem by Carolyn Forche

Grandma, come back, I forgot
How much lard for these rolls


Think you can put yourself in the ground
Like plain potatoes and grow in Ohio?
I am damn sick of getting fat like you


Think you can lie through your Slovak?
Tell filthy stories about the blood sausage?
Pish-pish nights at the virgin in Detroit?


I blame your raising me up for my Slav tongue
You beat me up out back, taught me to dance


I'll tell you I don't remember any kind of bread
Your wavy loaves of flesh
Stink through my sleep
The stars on your silk robes


But I'm glad I'll look when I'm old
Like a gypsy dusha hauling milk

What's Holding Me Connected Right Now

Always good to have a cat, at any time.

Print Journals that Accept Online Submissions

Diane Lockward, on her wonderful blog Blogalicious, has compiled a list of print journals accepting online and email submissions.  Click on the link to see the list, and to visit her site. 

And thank you, Diane, for the list! I'm finding it most helpful.

Cheers~

Tuesday Musings - Day One Of. . .

I don't know where to begin. It's the first day of learning that my dad has Leukemia.  He was diagnosed this past weekend.  It feels very surreal.  I'm feeling very sad.  Now that I'm trying to write about it, I'm finding it difficult. I'm not sure how this journey will pan out. I'm not sure how long it will be. I'm just hoping for the best.

Short post today.  I'll do better next time.

National Poetry Month, a poem for Monday, 19 April 2010

The Love-Hat Relationship
by Aaron Belz
I have been thinking about the love-hat relationship. It is the relationship based on love of one another's hats. The problem with the love-hat relationship is that it is superficial. You don't necessarily even know the other person. Also it is too dependent on whether the other person is even wearing the favored hat. We all enjoy hats, but they're not something to build an entire relationship on. My advice to young people is to like hats but not love them. Try having like-hat relationships with one another. See if you can find something interesting about the personality of the person whose hat you like.   From Poets.org

More Tulips, and Other Things Growing in my Garden Right Now

Poetry Reading - Ted Kooser

Friday Poem

After Reading Lao Tzu
by Amy Newlove Schroeder   

The one who speaks does not know.   
The one who knows does not speak,

wrote the old master, which perhaps describes
the situation. Meaning we were all sad.

Meaning that when you were seized by desire,
it was nothing more than flesh, bared above the collarbone

she poured the long night of herself
into empty coffee cans and cornfields

and brushed by air. Meaning: It's chemical. So
that when the moon rears its parched head,

her eyes a mask on her face, the livestock snorting and pacing,
her absent husband...she died young

when you feel a finger grazing your neck,
it's only wind created by the movement of

her daughter crying and lighting
fires under the bed

your own body. Downdraft. Live
stock. Because sadness is multiplied

don't worry, she told me,
you can?t inherit this

by sadness. A cradle of no compare.
Loose conspiracy of mind and body,

dough swelling over the edge of the bowl,
the yeasty smell of it, a disease that is

a blanket over the window
a pillow over the face

known and not spoken and
also the other one,

who speaks and does not know
what to say.



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