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: January 21, 2026
Forecast Just suggest the possibility of snow on the horizon, and I become truly useless. The storm’s three days away and on a weekend, but ...
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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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Commitment I get that my whiteness is in no way a burden, and I’ve no right to think it’s anything less than a boon that daily, in this time...
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Couple Bring me the sunset in a cup, warm golden, glowing slow on the bank of some old world river or the shore of an ocean. The two of us,...
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