I am stuff’d with the stuff that is coarse and stuff’d with the stuff that is fine 

and I’m looking for you ahead of me, searching for bootprints in the grass–

you will wait for me, paternal and maternal and full of hope
that generations will not return void the legacy you bequeathed.


I life my eyes to the brightening dawn and pull my soul awake
meet the warmth of day and walk into the open green.


I take hold of who I am–a woman of many nations,the smallest the same and the largest the same.


I am new every morning
and never change a thing.


I sing myself to the world and the world listens.
I am full of innocence and grace and find beauty in the slow moving snail
that makes its way across my step.
He journeys alone and free.


I sound the bell and wait for the echo to return.
My freedom is in the air, the wind, the song
that finds its way back to me,
as I follow you.


Leaves of Grass (Walt Whitman)

I am of old and young, of the foolish as much as the wise,
Regardless of others, ever regardful of others,
Maternal as well as paternal, a child as well as a man,
Stuff’d with the stuff that is coarse and stuff’d with the stuff that is fine
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#Prompt1: Woo your favourite poet with a poem.

The Economy of Poetry

im starting to feel like cummings!
with ran(dom) . & ,
taking up space in these lines

The $ of poetry
(^also known as the economy* of poetry)
is the stuff of word accountants
who tally up #s and %es
and formul8 !something! like this
and call it art.

*not a universally recognized economic system

by jb white

based on this prompt:

write a poem including the following symbols:
! $ &* ( ) . ,
bonus– include @ # % ^ < /

Caught in the Late Evening Light

Caught in the late evening light that fell like a blanket

onto the gray stained  floor,

an ordinary man sat down

in an ordinary place,

and he had no intention of taking the stairs down

where the light was too short to spread.

“My feet will be cold down there” he thought.

“I prefer the sun” El Sol. Luz Suave.

So this ordinary man sat down.

And eventually, he decided to lie down,

stare at the ceiling, and watch the evening light change,

watch the white wall turn soft shades of persimmon

and papaya. “I’ll grab this light,” he said,

“and remember this moment”

when all the forces of time and place

came together and offered him a little bit of sunshine.

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Today or Fifty Years From Now

Today or Fifty Years From Now

In Louisiana, no matter what the year,

the Cajuns dance on the graves

and the swamp comes alive.

A dance they feel in their bones

’cause the rise and squeeze of the accordion

sends a shot of love through their limbs

and they just can’t help but dance.

There is no queue, no line, but a snaking flood

of sometimes shallow water  that carries the song and dance

and lifts it up, so high the fireflies and mosquitos stop–

arrested by the undying sound

of life-giving music.

SingPoWriMo: A Facebook Group

CHALLENGE: I will write 1 poem a day from 1 apr 2015 to 30 apr 2015.

– post a poem every day. you can follow the lovely prompts provided daily by mods, or you can just write whatever.

39 & Counting: January Poems

One of my 39&Counting goals was to read a poem a day and record which poems I read. So here are a few poems I read and a few of my favorite lines from each one.


1. “After Reading Lucretius, I Go To The Pond” by Mary Oliver

My heart dresses in black
and dances.

2. “Passers-by” by Carl Sandburg

Records of great wishes slept with,
Held long
And prayed and toiled for

3. “On Seeing a Tuft of Snowdrops in a Storm” by William Wordsworth

When haughty expectations prostrate lie,
And grandeur crouches like a guilty thing,

4. “Hurricane” by Mary Oliver

For some things
there are no wrong seasons.
Which is what I dream of for me.

5. “When You Are Old” by W.B. Yeats

one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face

6. “Vintage” by Amy Lowell

It will lap and scratch
As I swallow it down;
And I shall feel it as a serpent of fire,
Coiling and twisting in my belly.

7. “Barcarole” by Pablo Neruda

Do you want to be the lone ghost walking by the sea

8. “The Author and Her Book” by Anne Bradstreet

9. “A Valediction: Forbidding Morning” by John Donne


I read many more poems, but due to crazy things going on at work, I wasn’t able to record them. I’ll try to do better in February. :)  Enjoy!

We Use Wipes

We Use Wipes

The Busy Moms


We use wipes. We

Break Fights. We


Kill bugs. We

Give hugs. We


Read book. We

Always cook. We


Watch toons. We

Nap soon.



In the style and form of

We Real Cool

Gwendolyn Brooks, 19172000
                   THE POOL PLAYERS. 
                   SEVEN AT THE GOLDEN SHOVEL.

We real cool. We
Left school. We

Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We

Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We

Jazz June. We
Die soon.

39 & Counting: Recipe Challenge

One of my challenges for the year is to cook at least 6 new dishes. This is not too difficult to accomplish since I’m always trying something new, but here are three of my most recent experiments. Three more to go!




Strawberry Cupcakes with Strawberry Buttercream Frosting  OH MY GOODNESS!!! Do NOT make these cupcakes because if you do, I will come to your house and eat them ALL!  The frosting alone is absolutely delicious and worthy of any cake. The cupcakes were quite tasty. And together, they are a deadly duo.






Gyros with Greek Chicken Everyone said it was delicious! Even the pickiest of the kids ate it (without the sauce).

This is a simple meal, but it requires quite a bit of prep work. So if I make it again, I will probably cut up everything the night before (or earlier in the day) and then cook the chicken at dinner time.  I cooked the chicken under the broiler since we don’t have a grill at the moment. I didn’t make the pita bread for this dish, but even with the store bought bread, it was delicious.



Skillet Pork Chops with Pan Gravy

I can’t paste an image here from the website, but everything was fairly simple for this meal. Served it with green beans and mashed potatoes. And WOW…the kids devoured it. I  made my “secret weapon” mashed potatoes. I boil the potatoes with diced onions and some garlic and then mash them all up together and use Greek yogurt in place of the butter and some of the milk. Salt/Pepper to taste. Good stuff!