Yogurt success!

I think that making yogurt had been one of my unfulfilled birthday goals in some year in the past. There is something that appeals to me deeply about being able to, knowing how to make the things that have become a part of your daily life. There is something separately appealing about understanding how some… Continue reading Yogurt success!

The Hero of San Juan Hill

To lose one’s mother
and wife inside
one twelve hour slice
of life must instill
a fear of touching the baby

Manhood
tested, he went west,
Badlands: ranching,
riding, and capturing
his life on horseback.

Among the pelts
and racks at Sagamore
Hill, one could look
directly at him, glance
the death mask,
fleetingly intimately
knowing the view from below.

Presidents and poems go together

Presidents and poems go together: This Library of Congress website talks about which of our Presidents were poets and includes some samples of there verse. Learned something new today!

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A Love Letter to President Wilson

At times you mayhave lost your cool,but with the ladies,you ran hot. Passionpouring from yourpen like lavafrom Vesuvius.I love that you chosewomen who made youbetter, and laughingeyes and zaftig. I lovethat you knew whatyou desired and that you wanted …

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On Why Taft Was a Magnificent Lover

He took danceas a child, braidinginto his constitutiongrace and rhythm.He turned his backon Yale for Cincinnati,where he learned his trade and found passionfor that most methodicalprofession. The sensualistfantasized: black silk robes.He pushed forward…

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Dear Mr. President, I do not appreciate your presence in my dreams. Let me not be unclear, it is one dream, recurring.
Why do you stand on my childhood bed beneath the canopy in your shoes and dress socks, cowboy boxers and light blue pressed shirt, …

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Tricky Dick

I wonder about the women who had
made love to Richard Nixon. What
did they smell like? Lemon drops
and powder? Did they make him sweat?

How did they win him? With a thermos
of soup? A long suggestive stare?
A demure glance? Or did he seduce them
with his dark, dark hair, his lawyer’s suit?
Or was it his eyes, dark and weary? Did
they seek to save him from himself,
salve him somehow, these women?

What did they think during Watergate?
Did they long for him again, yearn to hide
him somewhere dark and warm? And
how do they feel when we think of him?

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Love letter

Dear fiber, I am sorry that my recent culinary forays have led me to forsake you. Really, I am sorry. I will not ever forget the good times we have had,  your study mouthfeel. The way you have always made me feel, after an encounter with you, that I have done something good for myself.… Continue reading Love letter