Buttered warmth
Braided together
In my morning tea
* * *
Cups of coffee
Blurry and perfect
A little more time
* * *
Laundry time
Watching clothes drown
Cold circle of air
Braided together
In my morning tea
* * *
Cups of coffee
Blurry and perfect
A little more time
* * *
Laundry time
Watching clothes drown
Cold circle of air
Red cardinals
Meet in garnet penumbras
Cherry seeds glint
* * *
Antique photo
Mona Lisa of the deep
Dream of the past
* * *
Azure cornflowers
Warm yellow months spent
Burning letters
Pieces of the past
Mary poppins sugar
What a farce
* * *
Mary poppins sugar
What a farce
* * *
Warm and breezy
Raising my sweetened sweet tea
Summer state of mind
* * *
Among summer stars
Listening to R.E.M.
Taking real breaths
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Today’s LittleNip:
Mine was the twilight and the morning. Mine was a world of rooftops and love songs.
—Roman Payne, Rooftop Soliloquy
* * *
I love the smell of book ink in the morning.
—Uberto Eco
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Newcomer Sarah Calvello from San Francisco writes mostly haiku, and is published in various haiku journals. She loves nature and is addicted to coffee. Watch for more poetry from Sarah here in the Kitchen next Saturday!
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—Medusa
A reminder that
there will be a workshop
in Modesto today, 1pm:
Haibun as Travel Journal.
For info about this and other
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!
there will be a workshop
in Modesto today, 1pm:
Haibun as Travel Journal.
For info about this and other
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!