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Tonight, ‘no poetry will serve’ Nor daytime, twilight, dawn The...

Fri, 24 May 2013 09:58:00 -0400

Tonight, ‘no poetry will serve’

Nor daytime, twilight, dawn

The words that soothed like salve

In wake time hours fall away

Tonight no poems console

Today a bluebird flies into my morning view

And stays

So I am lifted from my fallen spirit

As hour upon hour a nest appears

Then, sounds of new life, to take me from the loss of yours

My poetry now is bird song rising in the air

And memories of you, the messenger

On the Trail of Richard Wagner | Euromaxx

Wed, 22 May 2013 08:34:00 -0400

On the Trail of Richard Wagner | Euromaxx:

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R. Wagner, happy birthday!

Minn. House prepares to vote on gay marriage

Thu, 09 May 2013 18:05:01 -0400

Minn. House prepares to vote on gay marriage:

usatoday.com

DFL leaders in the House say they have the votes to pass the bill.

Wedding bells will be ringing…for June brides and grooms.

In seventh grade because I loved Maria DaBica I no longer was a child of God My baptism and...

Wed, 01 May 2013 08:53:00 -0400

In seventh grade because I loved Maria DaBica

I no longer was a child of God

My baptism and communion dresses, stored away, were never to be used again

Not by a child of mine I could never have

Because I loved Maria DaBica

Who confessed to kissing boys

My sins could be forgiven, but damnation forever sealed

Maria, I never stopped saying Maria, long before West Side Story

And that love was forbidden, too

And damned as well

I wonder now if her loves brought her happiness, or joy or life eternal

Knowing what I know, and not in seventh grade

I doubt it very much

The Catholic Church club is an equal opportunity excluder

When the Supreme Court, like the Supreme God

Weighs in, or won’t

With manmade jurisdiction

Loving my Maria will not make any difference

Love cannot be legislated

Regulated

Not the first or last or any in between

So, if I meet Maria, or where, or when, or if

Loving her has brought me happiness, and joy and lifelong memories

About which you cannot ask, nor will I ever tell

Long before I could write I learned I could not be the author of...

Wed, 01 May 2013 01:13:00 -0400

Long before I could write I learned I could not be the author of my own story
Each sentence of my life was already written
Pre- scribed
By legal definitions
Religious words engrained in sacramental rituals
I wanted to know these authors
Meet them one by one
Still have not
With what time I have left
I want to have my name inscribed on every page
Cover to cover, even the footnotes
Re- edited to show that most of all
I loved more careful than of anything
Outside the law
Religious refugee
Or tried
That I was a lover of lieder
And you
In every chapter written of my life
My words will be my own
My story will be written
That was mine and ours alone

Reaching for your presence to be with me once again I wonder on...

Sat, 27 Apr 2013 03:09:00 -0400

Reaching for your presence to be with me once again
I wonder on this full moon night
Does a soul have insomnia

Does it wander soothing sorrows in the night
By happenstance
Or answer by supplication grieving widows
Orphans
Lovers seeking solace
Or connection

Oh to believe that souls exist
Long after ever after

Full moon sky where my soul mate lives
Send her on a moon beam to me
Would you please?

Solitary Confinement

Sat, 27 Apr 2013 02:32:00 -0400

In solitary silence I reach towards empty space
Forgetting you are gone

In this momentary yearning I remember
Those quiet, gentle nights
You tendered sanctuary

Cradled the truths of our selves in each other’s arms
Till spent with the knowledge of each other we gave ourselves to sleep

Oh, woman of my heart I need you now
To still this longing in me, now, as I remember.

Breaking Free

Sat, 27 Apr 2013 02:24:00 -0400

Breaking free from privilege
Is harder than a prison break

To leave the luxury of freedom
Choice that money buys
Each day that you lived
Apart from limitations you could not fathom
Was all that you desired

Like the panther in the poem that you loved
Beloved Rilke
You wanted it

And so did I
And so did we

We became refugees in a war not of our making
A battleground of limitations on our love
And life together

It was not a trip to Disney World

puggilola: Crushed under the boot of the brutal order Yelled...

Sat, 27 Apr 2013 01:53:31 -0400

puggilola:

Crushed under the boot of the brutal order
Yelled across the table
Before the wand scans over where hands will pat
The form will be completed
The violation will be public and repeated

What does it mean, “For I was in prison and you visited me?”

Anyone who ever has must ask this “why” each time

Visiting a prison makes you a prisoner
Of the unbending rules
The indifference towards your caring, if you try
You will be tested
You will be a number, too.
You will feel the closing of the gate behind you
Locked in

And you will return again to overcome the oppression of the system
That will not chain your soul
No matter how it tries

#AprilIsPoetryMonth
PrisonPoems

83G0313

Sat, 27 Apr 2013 01:49:00 -0400

Did you know when you took up your revolution’s cause
The evil that you vowed to overcome
Was less than the evil you would come to live with all around you?

Who kills their own child, lets a boyfriend, or a casual lover
Have such dominion over mother love?

Courts can sentence under legal codes
But evil has no master
Except one

When chosen it cannot be restrained
By legal definitions

You know now what this means
As each night the gate locks you in
Where evil lives a life sentence with you

But you will not live a life sentence with it

Or, so I have been told.

Did I ever wake on a bird song morning with you beside me? Did...

Wed, 24 Apr 2013 08:45:00 -0400

Did I ever wake on a bird song morning with you beside me?

Did the day ahead of us become a life together?

In my dream sleep I remember such days until my dream is gone

Into where I do not know

I only know the memory of you and those mornings

Leaves me with you

Only a dream, until all the days ahead, without you, are finished

Beekeeper, innkeeper Litchfield County Amilia to guide us to our...

Thu, 11 Apr 2013 21:20:00 -0400

Beekeeper, innkeeper

Litchfield County

Amilia to guide us to our weekend retreat

Innkeeper, German brunch

Provincetown weekend

Rilke room reprieve

Reprise

Innkeeper, Gramercy

Lady Mendl’s Salon

Dark weekend days

Demons return

Freddy at Mercer

Fish in a glass bowl

You in a cage

Innkeeper, market view

Carat Dusseldorf

Ludwig in Munich

Platzl Hotel

Innkeeper Newport

Love came home with us

Fifteen more springtimes

Love still remains

You courted me on warm cold April afternoons Not unlike this...

Tue, 09 Apr 2013 19:03:00 -0400

You courted me on warm cold April afternoons
Not unlike this day

Along the Bedford horse farm roads we travelled joyfully
Picnic baskets, food for our bodies
Words of love, food for our hearts

This April Schumann dirge like day
The loss of you is my traveling companion
Instead of you, beside me

I travel talking to you, along these horse farm roads
The roads you loved, as you loved me
That first spring and so many ever after

The one half of me that has died Wants to take the half that...

Wed, 03 Apr 2013 12:08:00 -0400

The one half of me that has died

Wants to take the half that didn’t

Oh, resurrection season when earth renews itself

Your blooms are emerging from the earth

Where my beloved lies.

How have her bones nurtured spring’s flowers?

A tulip, perhaps, azalea

She would fancy gardenia as would I

I wait for it to spread its fragrance where she rests

While I pray for resurrection of my spirit

You appeared from down a hallway into the waiting room where I had just arrived. It almost seemed...

Mon, 25 Mar 2013 10:21:00 -0400

You appeared from down a hallway into the waiting room where I had just arrived.

It almost seemed natural to see you again, looking so well, and within moments we were together passing through rooms where banquets were prepared for well dressed diners.

You remarked on the whimsical dog designs in the linen ware. You would.

Smiling twin sisters greeted us just as we were leaving the dining area. I thought, ” Twins, a nice surprise.” There were others, as well.

Moving down another doorway we came to a closed door. I wanted to continue with you to the outside, beyond the locked gate, to where you lived, just ahead. No matter how I asked you did not give an answer. The lack of your reply was just as disheartening as the closed door before us.

Then, a Vienna waltz came over the radio to bring me out of dream sleep, and you were gone.

The memory of you wasn’t.

Success, Palm Sunday 2013!

Mon, 25 Mar 2013 09:16:54 -0400

Success, Palm Sunday 2013!

Buona Pasqua!

Fri, 22 Mar 2013 20:05:00 -0400

This is my Italian-American family’s traditional Easter bread recipe, but most “old-world” cultures have their own similar versions. This rich and aromatic bread, served with a simple icing, makes for a festive and delicious Easter treat.

Makes 4 Small Loaves of Easter Bread
Prep Time: 20 minutes

Cook Time: 25 minutes

Total Time: 45 minutes

Ingredients:

1 package active dry yeast
1/4 cup warm water (100 degrees F.)
3/4 cup sugar
1/4 cup milk
4 eggs
1 tsp aniseeds
1 1/2 tbsp anise extract
1 1/2 tsp lemon extract
1 tbsp lemon zest
1 1/4 tsp salt
2 tbsp vegetable oil
6 tbsp melted butter
4 1/2 cups all-purpose flour, plus more as needed
Preparation:

In a large mixing bowl, dissolve the yeast in the warm water with a small pinch of sugar. Let sit 10 minutes. Whisk in the rest of the ingredients, except for the flour. Stir in the flour, one cup at a time to form a wet, sticky dough.

Turn onto a lightly floured surface. Knead for about 5 minutes, adding flour as needed to keep the dough from sticking to the surface, to form a smooth and elastic dough. Place in a lightly oiled bowl. Lightly oil the surface of the dough, and cover the bowl with a damp towel. Place in the oven with the light on. The dough needs to rise until doubled in size, which will take between 6-12 hours. This is a slow rising dough and may be left overnight.

When doubled punch dough down, and turn onto a lightly floured surface; divide in four pieces. Shape into four small oval loaves. If desired, each piece can be cut into three strips and braided to give it a traditional Easter bread appearance.

Place loaves on silicon mat, or parchment lined baking sheets. Cover very loosely with plastic wrap, and let rise for 2 hours. Bake at 350 degrees F for 25 minutes or until golden brown. Remove and cool on wire racks.

Lieder, lovely?

Wed, 20 Mar 2013 08:34:52 -0400

Lieder, lovely?

“For those who are near you and are far away…....

Sat, 16 Mar 2013 06:07:00 -0400

“For those who are near you and are far away…. believe in a love that is being stored up for you like an inheritance, and have faith that in this love there is a strength and a blessing so large that you can travel as far as you wish without having to step outside it.”

Rilke

How can I keep my soul in me, so thatit doesn’t touch your...

Sat, 16 Mar 2013 05:54:00 -0400

How can I keep my soul in me, so that
it doesn’t touch your soul?

How can I raise
it high enough, past you, to other things?

I would like to shelter it, among remote
lost objects, in some dark and silent place
that doesn’t resonate when your depths resound.

Yet everything that touches us, me and you,
takes us together like a violin’s bow,
which draws *one* voice out of two separate strings.

Upon what instrument are we two spanned?
And what musician holds us in his hand?

Oh sweetest song.