Beer Bread
Simple is good
and where we come back.
Mix the dry ingredients,
clicking through the sifter.
A white-soft mound of
flour, soda, salt, sugar.
The empty surfaces of
work. Nothing ornamental.
Glass bowl. Stir in the beer,
turning from foam to dough,
and roll it into a loaf pan,
pour over the melted butter.
Bake for an hour in this
yeasty glow, and you know,
you'll smell the gold and
there you go. No grace notes
no riff, just straight melody
and nothing to improve upon.
So the purpose of this blog is to be a space to practice creativity. I am currently using it as a place to record a single, unedited poem for each day in 2019. While I attempt to write everyday, I may not actually post daily. Instead, I will post poems as they are completed, but one for everyday of the year. Not sure I can make it, but we'll see. It's fun to try regardless :)
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Poem: March 12, 2024
No One I run until I am invisible and free from the tendrils of the day and the treadmill and the others who fill this space, free of my gho...
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Maintaining Some people won’t straighten their desks at the end of the day, but I do, most days, and I sweep the floor as well, ten to tw...
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No One I run until I am invisible and free from the tendrils of the day and the treadmill and the others who fill this space, free of my gho...
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Through a Crack in the Door Think of those times late at night, really any time in the long expanse of life when you are walking down any em...
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