You cannot be blamed for wondering what those rough hewn features would have felt beneath your fingertips. How those sad, intense eyes could have fixed on your own as the sun went down and you curved yourself to the shape of that lanky body. Nor could…
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Garlic, Tomato, Olive and Basil Bread
I suppose that I could have named this post “Even More Bread.” Anyway, last week I came across the recipe for Spicy Garlic Bread. I knew that I would make it. See, I like to make bread, and now that I make it regularly, I dislike buying it. I also have a great guy in… Continue reading Garlic, Tomato, Olive and Basil Bread
Violet Fizz
I wanted so badly to take a nice picture last night. Instead I got this: Happy March!
Goodbye, February
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!
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 …
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, …