Feed me

No, I'm not Audrey.

But I found this contest (like I need another contest to enter), and the rules say that I need to post what I make to a food blog (like I need another blog to write).

Poetry, food—it's all good, right?

And once a month or so, this blog will don an apron and a recipe and play a food blog. The theme for January is France and tarts (!), so coming soon will be a little more information about the onion tart.

Sugar is the new willpower

Or dessert…

(Kelli, this one's for you.)

A colleague sent me the link to this Cognitive Daily blog post about the relationship between blood glucose levels and the ability to stay on task.

Seriously. I'm not making this up. Read the post, eat a cookie, and get back to writing.

Happy Inauguration Day!

Here's the poem I wrote for that inaugural ode contest:


To This America, Our America


The stars are hidden in the indigo
depths of this long night. We live in winter
yet now the light arrives earlier
every morning. We have come this far.

We know the wind blows hard. We know
the swirl of flood, the mud and loss it leaves.
We see the ghosts of our dead in the dreams
of our children. We have come this far,

and we are turning to the sun, turning
to each other, to feed and shelter our people,
to bury our lost with honor. We rise
to change, with joy that we have come this far

and seek to lead the world in learning how
to live with one another. Yes, we can—
together we have come this far
and we are walking onward into hope.

Yum, onion

So simple—onions, butter, honey, and thyme. Oh, and a little Gruyere, a little roasted pepper. Add a salad, and it's supper.

Oh, my wild blue

It was so glorious this morning to wake up to this.

Even the frost on the parsley was delicate, a gift.

Later, we left, took a ferry across the Sound.

Blue all over.

A welcome day.

Wow!

"Post-op, Medical Humanities," by Sandra McPherson, today on the Verse Daily site.

Bathing in language

Tonight, a trip to Hugo House for a reading by Bruce Beasley and Deborah Poe. Luxurious washes of words, and a chance to see friends and meet some friends for the first time.