Sweet Potato and Cream Cheese Pie
The most amazing light orange,
just off peach,
but proclaiming itself
by the light swirl
because after all...cream cheese.
Sweet potato eases in
like a fine morning
and even though it's supposed
to be winter,
it plays the pie
like a hint of summer
and spice,
Dream of something
soft
almost flies down
teaches your stomach
how to say yes
in southern
even though you live
near New York.
To discuss the Fat Poets Speak series of books of poems, published by Pearlsong Press
Saturday, December 12, 2015
Wednesday, December 9, 2015
As a Duck
As a Duck
As a duck,
I would have
several ducklings
and explain to them
that they should stay
under my wings
or next to me
because, I would say,
you never know
when some bully
will decide to
create a signature dish
with orange sauce
or infused seitan.
I would explain
to my duck husband
that it would please me
no end
if he would sing me
to sleep
in several duck languages.
I would then dream
of ponds forming
after rain
and running
hourly with new
streams
under our curled toes.
And, to celebrate
my ducklings' new knowledge
in
our season of blessed flight,
we would all
summer back
to the same place
each early, safe blue
July.
As a duck,
I would have
several ducklings
and explain to them
that they should stay
under my wings
or next to me
because, I would say,
you never know
when some bully
will decide to
create a signature dish
with orange sauce
or infused seitan.
I would explain
to my duck husband
that it would please me
no end
if he would sing me
to sleep
in several duck languages.
I would then dream
of ponds forming
after rain
and running
hourly with new
streams
under our curled toes.
And, to celebrate
my ducklings' new knowledge
in
our season of blessed flight,
we would all
summer back
to the same place
each early, safe blue
July.
Monday, December 7, 2015
The Moon, The Goat, The Peacock
The Moon, The Goat, The Peacock (Inspired by the works of Marc Chagall (1887-1985)
The moon, the goat,
the peacock
they hover over sky
as thick as land
and land as unsure
as sky.
Like us Jews,
they dance on
the edge of acceptable,
then fall off.
The moon, the goat,
the peacock
they hover over sky
as thick as land
and land as unsure
as sky.
Like us Jews,
they dance on
the edge of acceptable,
then fall off.
Friday, December 4, 2015
Northeastern Chanukah
Northeastern Chanukah
Old fast day repurposed
into eight days
and potato pancakes
for the oil that burned
as a miracle
is remade through adult eyes:
eight-branched menorah
as a light
through winter darkness,
Jewish contribution
to one big winter festival
with Kwanzaa and Yule and
Christmas sparkling
on their own.
"Don't let the light go out,"
the song goes.
All the lights
flash
all over the place
and people rush about
city streets,
pretending to shop
but actually breathing
in charged air
and the fun seeing others
as ridiculously wrought
as they are
and perhaps sometimes
even happy.
*Syrian Greek mercenaries were called in to relieve tensions between secular and religious Jews. Something went wrong, and they started to kill all of the Jews. The religious Maccabees rallied Jews who agreed to fight under their banner, and reluctantly, secular Jews, as well. They did defeat the Syrian Greek mercenary army. However, the Maccabees then became tyrants when they ruled.
Tuesday, December 1, 2015
Dyckman-200th St.
Dyckman-200th St. ("I'm Sorry" in Spanish)
Up the long flight
and out to the circle
of a park.
On the other side,
are small stores
and a great Dominican
restaurant.
As you head to the ATM,
only 99 cents,
courtesy of the Actors' Union
local, two tall young men
spot and greet you: " La blanca
grande!".
"Muchas gracias," you yell back,
and they laugh
fit to bust a gut.
Since they've greeted you before,
it sounds as if they've noticed
and would like to talk,
but you head away
because you don't know
enough Spanish.
Demasiado.
Lo siento.
In your gut, you like them
and the sound of words
that you are still afraid
to use.
Up the long flight
and out to the circle
of a park.
On the other side,
are small stores
and a great Dominican
restaurant.
As you head to the ATM,
only 99 cents,
courtesy of the Actors' Union
local, two tall young men
spot and greet you: " La blanca
grande!".
"Muchas gracias," you yell back,
and they laugh
fit to bust a gut.
Since they've greeted you before,
it sounds as if they've noticed
and would like to talk,
but you head away
because you don't know
enough Spanish.
Demasiado.
Lo siento.
In your gut, you like them
and the sound of words
that you are still afraid
to use.
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