I love the garburator that is part of the sink apparatus in our townhouse. Love it, but rarely use it now because we've been asked not to in favor of collecting our organic scraps for recycling and conserving water. (For those not familiar with this gadget, you run water as you feed organic stuff down… Continue reading Kitchen monster
When life hands you a lemon You are not holding a mistake reject, or serene yellow egg but a blonde grenade that explodes puckering sour all through your mouth acid that pales pear, apple and peach squeeze that brings to attention potato, souvlaki, calamari. Its zesty shrapnel trademarks loaf and pie, square, drop and tart.… Continue reading When life hands you a lemon
Welcome to April and National Poetry month! What are you planning to do to celebrate poetry this month? Read more poetry? You could start by subscribing to The Writer's Almanac and/or Your Daily Poem to get a new poem emailed to you each morning. Write more poems? Several websites deliver a new poetry prompt each… Continue reading National Poetry Month #eatingpoetry
A rose by any other name would be magnolia © 2015 by V. Nesdoly - All rights reserved
Earth Song They call me sod loam, dirt clay, turf, dust. In cahoots with rain, rocks and roots worms and grubs perforated by ants and moles aquifers and oil veined with lead, copper, gold and hiding diamonds and coal cables, wires and pipes I hold your huts and your tents your houses and barns anchor… Continue reading Earth Song
Two halves A bigger half is mathematician’s impossibility. But such a thing when cutting pie ever a probability. © 2014 by Violet Nesdoly (All rights reserved) **************** Today, January 23rd, is National Pie Day! I'm sure the Pie Council won't have a problem with prolonging the celebrations into Poetry Friday. The little poem (above) was… Continue reading Two halves
Christmas on the West Coast Twigs stunning in diamonds doors lined running pearls scribble reindeer all lit up under Christmas tree swirls. Balconies wearing ruby emerald, agate bling like necklaces, bracelets scarves, pins and a ring. Roof lines cascade ice lights twinkle bells and bright stars. Windows beam the old story. Velvet antlers deck cars.… Continue reading Christmas on the West Coast
The Old Washing Machine The minute I twist her dial and pull our her knob she leaps into action, fetching bucket upon bucket of water. Then stops. What does she do in those moments of stillness? Perhaps she's ruing her instant obedience, wants to let me know who's really the boss here. She'll start again,… Continue reading The Old Washing Machine
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