Coyote Mint
—Poetry and Photos by Taylor Graham,
Placerville, CA
—And then scroll down for
Form Fiddlers’ Friday, with poetry by
Nolcha Fox, Stephen Kingsnorth,
—Poetry and Photos by Taylor Graham,
Placerville, CA
—And then scroll down for
Form Fiddlers’ Friday, with poetry by
Nolcha Fox, Stephen Kingsnorth,
Joyce Odam, Caschwa,
and Claire J. Baker
MEDITATION ON COYOTE MINT
All these rooted white stars—
countless on a single plant exploding
out of earth at the drop-
off edge, an entire watershed below
diminishing to far horizon
as snowmelt goes eroding into ocean.
All these rooted white stars—
countless on a single plant exploding
out of earth at the drop-
off edge, an entire watershed below
diminishing to far horizon
as snowmelt goes eroding into ocean.
The extraordinary ordinariness
of coyote mint on this granite- and lava-
made mountain that echoes
coyote in your dreams, if you should
stay and camp, thinking
the world will be the same at dawning.
of coyote mint on this granite- and lava-
made mountain that echoes
coyote in your dreams, if you should
stay and camp, thinking
the world will be the same at dawning.
OPENING MY EYES
It’s the full Buck Moon that wakes me
like a headlight thru the bedroom window
facing SSW. It’s a sliver moon but
oh so bright, like the headlight of a car
almost submerged in water. Flood waters
are on the news, in the hill country.
This is ridge and canyon country
where it isn’t raining, but the full moon
is almost drowned in ridgetop
and it’s hours before dawn.
I meant to write about ferns but
this full sliver moon takes precedence,
so brilliant, so intense, so intent on waking
me to all the marvels of today.
GETTING HIGH
If it’s a holiday, I need to escape—
load my dog in the car, drive the almost
deserted 2-lane below cliffs, where catalpa
grows wild along the shoulder, and grackles
might merge with their shadows, the sun
beating down so 4th-of-July hot on bee boxes
calling the black bear to their honey....
But already we’re past all that.
We’re headed upcountry, the best way
I know to get high.
MATT’S WORLD
Is vibrant color everything?
Finger-paint smeared red with sky-blue
on butter-yellow, till the black-
and-white beyond-absurd gets lost
in green-orange labyrinths. Purple
is! Vibrant color. Everything
you can make from what Teacher calls
the Secondary Colors—look,
she points to the big Color Wheel.
Dull classroom walls repeat: Yes, it
is vibrant! Color everything!
As if that explains what Matt sees—
what the world around calls mishmash—
each aqua-mango-sunset swirl
and spiral-dancing on the page
is vibrant color. Everything.
FIELD MOSAIC
Looking down on the ground, I could describe a giant’s mosaic, each tessera cut and polished by eons of tectonic art, uplift and subsidence, the careful detailing of erosion. Wind and water. Each piece colored by its flora, its palette of mosses and lichens. So much meaning here, if I knew more geology and biology, if I could get high enough to look down on the whole design.
It might sound absurd—
walk the land, marvel and
sometimes that’s enough.
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AGATHA THE BOOKSTORE CAT
loved mysteries, named as she was
for the beloved writer of crime.
She was pleased to host our poetry group
in her bookstore once a month.
She loved to find clues, and most of our
poets were ladies who carried purses.
As we read our verses around the book-
store table, Agatha was choosing a purse—
one roomy enough for a dignified
and well-fed orange tabby. Each month
it would be a different purse. Who knows
what mysteries Agatha was composing.
She never chose mine—I came
with a daypack full of books and papers.
Not Agatha the mystery cat’s style.
Otis
Today’s LittleNip:
DARNED DOG-TOY
—Taylor Graham
Single sock stuffed with target toy
for terrific tugs by obsessed Otis,
squeaker salvaged, nice-knit to
destroyed doggy-doodad plush as prey.
Wolf-wild toss & tumble
flap & flail till he’s tuckered-out,
slips to sleep like any angel.
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It’s a July morning in the Sierra Foothills of California, and Taylor Graham is waking us up with fine poetry and photos—and we thank her for that. She’s been with us here in the Kitchen for the full 20 years we've been cooking, and our thanks to her for sharing her fine work all that time.
TG is fond of forms and always blesses us with some of those; this week she has sent us a Quatern that is also a Response Poem to our Tuesday Seed of the Week, Beyond Absurd (“Matt's World?); a Haibun (“Field Mosaic”); a Word-Can Poem (“Getting High”); a Response Poem to Katy Brown’s recent "Infinities" (7/9/25, https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/search?q=katy+brown&max-results=20&by-date=true/) (“Meditation on Coyote Mint”); some Alliteration (“Darned Dog-Toy”); and a Response to Katy Brown’s "The Art of Ambush" (see link above) (“Agatha the Bookstore Cat”).
In El Dorado County poetry, Poetry in Motion will meet in Placerville this coming Monday, 7/21, 10:30am. And El Dorado County’s regular workshops are listed on Medusa’s calendar (if you scroll down on http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/p/wtf.html/). For more news about such events and about EDC poetry—past (photos!) and future—see Taylor Graham’s Western Slope El Dorado Poetry on Facebook at www.facebook.com/ElDoradoCountyPoetry/. Or see Lara Gularte’s Facebook page at https://www.facebook.com/groups/382234029968077/. And you can always click on Medusa's UPCOMING NORCAL EVENTS (http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/p/wtf.html). Poetry is Gold in El Dorado County!
And now it’s time for…
FORM FIDDLERS’ FRIDAY!
It’s time for more contributions from Form Fiddlers, in addition to those sent to us by Taylor Graham! Each Friday, there will be poems posted here from our readers using forms—either ones which were sent to Medusa during the previous week, or whatever else floats through the Kitchen and the perpetually stoned mind of Medusa. If these instructions are vague, it's because they're meant to be. Just fiddle around with some challenges— Whaddaya got to lose… ? If you send ‘em, I’ll post ‘em! (See Medusa’s Form Finder at the end of this post for resources and for links to poetry terms used in today’s post.)
Check out our recently-refurbed page at the top of Medusa’s Kitchen called, “FORMS! OMG!!!” which expresses some of my (take ‘em or leave 'em) opinions about the use of forms in poetry writing, as well as listing some more resources to help you navigate through Form Quicksand and other ways of poetry. Got any more resources to add to our list? Send them to kathykieth@hotmail.com for the benefit of all man/woman/poetkind!
Check out our recently-refurbed page at the top of Medusa’s Kitchen called, “FORMS! OMG!!!” which expresses some of my (take ‘em or leave 'em) opinions about the use of forms in poetry writing, as well as listing some more resources to help you navigate through Form Quicksand and other ways of poetry. Got any more resources to add to our list? Send them to kathykieth@hotmail.com for the benefit of all man/woman/poetkind!
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Poets who sent responses to last week’s Ekphrastic photo were Nolcha Fox, and Stephen Kingsnorth:
FIXING BROKEN THINGS
—Nolcha Fox, Buffalo, WY
How often I puzzle how to put things back together,
how to make the splinters and mismatched edges
and chunks of time hold until the next morning.
Sometimes new screws and bolts and bungee cords
keep the unkeepable together long enough
to make it to the next repair shop.
Sometimes duct tape and bandages stop
leaking eyes and hearts long enough
to make it to the next poor choice.
Sometimes I can jumpstart a stalled conversation.
Sometimes I can’t find anything in my toolkit
to fix what’s broken: cancer, heart attacks, death.
Sometimes I have to turn the open sign to closed,
lock the door, and try again tomorrow.
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CAPE ABILITY
—Stephen Kingsnorth, Coedpoeth, Wrexham, Wales
How far from Nietzsche’s Űbermensch
to gloss of Hollywood et al,
and even now, White House display,
delusions, yet more fantasy.
A hero or as fascist cast,
defeat of evil, or its source,
in charity or arrogance,
that voice of underdog displaced.
Save native bloodlines on the land
Americans are immigrants,
as he, from distant planet, comes.
Near century, copyright wars,
heraldic shield upon his chest,
then Clark, the vigilante, born.
Like record, old, seventy eight,
the first big-budget movie framed.
His pose is not of relaxed poise
for in this place is not much space;
so what confronts me, interface—
‘Here I am’ or ‘Job complete’?
Thrust chest, crossed arms seem satisfied
that all lies, under their control;
are these tactics we would embrace
as superhumans overcome?
Here’s puppet stage where strings are pulled,
solutions on the battleground
achieved by intervening force,
incarnate muscle capable.
I would that wicked dominate
until earthlings cooperate,
for good is borne of freedom’s choice,
true healing known through grace alone.
It’s grief and pain reveal love’s cost,
its strength, length, light, known in the dark;
post pantheon of classical,
are gods, seers, prophets more this type?
Now superheroes spread their wings—
or other parts unique to them—
my plea, remain their comic strips;
so please bring on the Kryptonite.
If we’re to learn from our mistakes
then recognise, prerequisite;
it’s losers pose no question marks,
self-justified in ignorance.
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Here is a Sonnet from Joyce Odam in the form of the Alfred Dorn Sonnet (https://classicalpoets.org/2022/01/obsession-an-alfred-dorn-sonnet-and-other-poetry-by-tamara-beryl-latham/ AND/OR https://www.poetrymagnumopus.com/topic/1056-the-alfred-dorn-sonnet/):
THEIR PERFECT LOVE
—Joyce Odam, Sacramento, CA
They love each other. Notice how they pose:
two as one, perfection in their eyes.
They kiss in public, heedless of the stares.
She yields to him. His arm about her shows
his ownership. They are each other’s prize.
Poor and foolish? Neither of them cares.
Love conquers all, so how can they ignore
the truth of this? They’re trusting to the core.
They’ll revel with the highs and skip the lows.
They’d rather trust than forfeit. That’s their plan.
They bond the tighter to resist their foes
with no persuasion more compelling than
“You get the thorns with every perfect rose.”
But if love cannot break them, nothing can.
(prev. pub. in Poets’ Forum Magazine;
also Living in the West (Sr. Mag.), May 2013;
and in Medusa’s Kitchen, 6/1/11)
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Here are a couple of First Letter Acrostics from Carl Schwartz (Caschwa):
COVER IT WITH CHEESE
—Caschwa, Sacramento, CA
Elder
Gentile
Gentlemen
Purchase
Ladies
And
Nobody
Talks
Pubic
Atrocities
Rarely
Matter
Ergo
Society
Accepts
Naughty
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THE ART OF MIGRATION
—Caschwa
Criminal
Attorneys
On
Retainer
Back
Up
Special
Tourists
* * *
—Caschwa, Sacramento, CA
Elder
Gentile
Gentlemen
Purchase
Ladies
And
Nobody
Talks
Pubic
Atrocities
Rarely
Matter
Ergo
Society
Accepts
Naughty
* * *
THE ART OF MIGRATION
—Caschwa
Criminal
Attorneys
On
Retainer
Back
Up
Special
Tourists
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Carl's Haiku with an observation about history:
SIGN OF THE TIMES
—Caschwa
Depression Era
parents bought family one-
ply toilet tissue
* * *
—Caschwa
Depression Era
parents bought family one-
ply toilet tissue
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The Pantoum is such a lovely form, and Claire Baker has sent us one (with
variations) for our closing:
FANTASY, IN TIME OF WAR
with compassion for Ukraine
—Claire J. Baker, Pinole, CA
When fantasy’s fireflies return
and free up visions of survival,
nights caress like woolen blankets.
Not held in Mason jars, they glow
in fantasies freed for facing war.
When Russia’s musty missiles miss,
fireflies glow past Mason jars
to throb within each inner wrist—
faster when Russian weapons miss.
While anchored lightly, fireflies
pulsing within each inner wrist
spark scenes of wonderlands.
When warmly pulsing, fireflies
cancel fear, reflecting back
to wonderlands remembered dearly,
despite a despot’s greedy war.
Reflected glow-worms cancel fear,
spur wonder nights in dark arenas.
May curses damn a greedy despot,
fireflies hold as calm as stars
in dark arenas of wondrous nights.
Holding strong through heartless war
may Ukraine hold calm as stars
when fantasy’s fireflies return.
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Many thanks to today’s writers for their lively contributions! Wouldn’t you like to join them? All you have to do is send poetry—forms or not—and/or photos and artwork to kathykieth@hotmail.com. We post work from all over the world, including that which was previously-published. Just remember: the snakes of Medusa are always hungry!
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TRIPLE-F CHALLENGES!
See what you can make of these challenges, and send your results to kathykieth@hotmail.com/. (No deadline.) Respond to Joyce Odam’s Alfred Down Sonnet with one of your own, about love lost or anything else:
•••Sonnet, Alfred Dorn: https://classicalpoets.org/2022/01/obsession-an-alfred-dorn-sonnet-and-other-poetry-by-tamara-beryl-latham/ AND/OR https://www.poetrymagnumopus.com/topic/1056-the-alfred-dorn-sonnet
•••Sonnet, Alfred Dorn: https://classicalpoets.org/2022/01/obsession-an-alfred-dorn-sonnet-and-other-poetry-by-tamara-beryl-latham/ AND/OR https://www.poetrymagnumopus.com/topic/1056-the-alfred-dorn-sonnet
•••AND/OR swim freestyle! Send us a form poem of any ilk—your choice, and there are plenty to choose from at Medusa's FORMS! OMG!!! (http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/p/medusa-muses.html/):
•••Freestyle: choose your own form
•••See also the bottom of this post for another challenge, this one an Ekphrastic one.
•••And don’t forget each Tuesday Seed of the Week! This week it’s “The Lingering Scent of Roses”.
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MEDUSA’S FORM FINDER: Links to poetry terms mentioned today:
•••Acrostic Poem types: https://studybay.com/blog/how-to-write-an-acrostic-poem
•••Freestyle: choose your own form
•••See also the bottom of this post for another challenge, this one an Ekphrastic one.
•••And don’t forget each Tuesday Seed of the Week! This week it’s “The Lingering Scent of Roses”.
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MEDUSA’S FORM FINDER: Links to poetry terms mentioned today:
•••Acrostic Poem types: https://studybay.com/blog/how-to-write-an-acrostic-poem
•••Alliteration: https://www.grammarly.com/blog/literary-devices/alliteration
•••Ekphrastic Poem: notesofoak.com/discover-literature/ekphrastic-poetry
•••Freestyle: choose your own form at Medusa's FORMS! OMG!!! (http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/p/medusa-muses.html/)
•••Ekphrastic Poem: notesofoak.com/discover-literature/ekphrastic-poetry
•••Freestyle: choose your own form at Medusa's FORMS! OMG!!! (http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/p/medusa-muses.html/)
•••Haibun: www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/haibun-poems-poetic-form
•••Haiku: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/learn/glossary-terms/haiku-or-hokku AND/OR www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/haiku/haiku.html
•••Haiku: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/learn/glossary-terms/haiku-or-hokku AND/OR www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/haiku/haiku.html
•••Pantoum: www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/pantoum.html AND/OR https://poets.org/glossary/pantoum
•••Quatern: www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wipquatern.html AND/OR www.masterclass.com/articles/how-to-write-a-quatern#what-is-a-quatern
•••Response Poem: creativetalentsunleashed.com/2015/11/18/writing-tip-response-poems
•••Sonnet, Alfred Dorn: https://classicalpoets.org/2022/01/obsession-an-alfred-dorn-sonnet-and-other-poetry-by-tamara-beryl-latham/ AND/OR https://www.poetrymagnumopus.com/topic/1056-the-alfred-dorn-sonnet
•••Tuesday Seed of the Week: a prompt listed in Medusa’s Kitchen every Tuesday; poems may be any shape or size, form or no form. No deadlines; past ones are listed at http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/p/calliopes-closet.html/. Send results to kathykieth#hotmail.com/.
•••Word-Can Poem: putting random words on slips of paper into a can, then drawing out a few and making a poem out of them
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—Medusa
•••Response Poem: creativetalentsunleashed.com/2015/11/18/writing-tip-response-poems
•••Sonnet, Alfred Dorn: https://classicalpoets.org/2022/01/obsession-an-alfred-dorn-sonnet-and-other-poetry-by-tamara-beryl-latham/ AND/OR https://www.poetrymagnumopus.com/topic/1056-the-alfred-dorn-sonnet
•••Tuesday Seed of the Week: a prompt listed in Medusa’s Kitchen every Tuesday; poems may be any shape or size, form or no form. No deadlines; past ones are listed at http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/p/calliopes-closet.html/. Send results to kathykieth#hotmail.com/.
•••Word-Can Poem: putting random words on slips of paper into a can, then drawing out a few and making a poem out of them
__________________
—Medusa
Today's Ekphrastic Challenge!
Make what you can of today's
picture, and send your poetic results to
kathykieth@hotmail.com/. (No deadline.)
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For info about
future poetry happenings in
Northern California and otherwheres,
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the daily Kitchen for happenings
that might pop up
—or get changed!—
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Would you like to be a SnakePal?
Guidelines are at the top of this page
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send poetry and/or photos and artwork
to kathykieth@hotmail.com. We post
work from all over the world—including
that which was previously published—
and collaborations are welcome.
Just remember:
the snakes of Medusa are always hungry—
for poetry, of course!
future poetry happenings in
Northern California and otherwheres,
click on
UPCOMING NORCAL EVENTS
(http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/p/wtf.html)
in the links at the top of this page—
and keep an eye on this link and on
the daily Kitchen for happenings
that might pop up
—or get changed!—
during the week.
Photos in this column can be enlarged by
clicking on them once, then clicking on the x
in the top right corner to come back to Medusa.
Poets’ bios appear on their first MK visit.
To find previous posts, type the name
of the poet (or poem) into the little
beige box at the top left-hand side
of this column. See also
Medusa’s Rapsheet at the bottom
of the blue column on the right
side of this column to find
any date you want.
Miss a post?
You can find our most recent ones by
scrolling down under this daily one.
Or there's an "Older Posts" button
at the bottom of this column.
(Please excuse typos in older posts!
Blogspot has been through a lot of
incarnations in 20 years!)
Would you like to be a SnakePal?
Guidelines are at the top of this page
at the Placating the Gorgon link;
send poetry and/or photos and artwork
to kathykieth@hotmail.com. We post
work from all over the world—including
that which was previously published—
and collaborations are welcome.
Just remember:
the snakes of Medusa are always hungry—
for poetry, of course!