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The Nature of Baking Baking is science and art. We know that. Recipes now give grams instead of cups and I should be okay with that, but I also know that recipes lie. Aunt Jenny doesn't tell how she used whole milk just like I don't tell that I use coconut milk. I mean to, … Continue reading PAD Day 11

The prompt absolutely did not work for me today, and I don't know why. I'm running out of time to figure it out though, so I went to my iPad and used Adobe Fresco to start an instapoem instead.


The task today is to write an  ekphrastic  poem. The trick with that is to do one of two extremes. One is to go with something like a photograph that no one knows and let that image frame the poem. The other extreme is to pick a painting that is extremely well known, so much … Continue reading PAD Day 9

A future poem. Very rough, but something, On Hearing the Song "In the Year 2525' in 2020 In the year 1969 we thought our short skirts would save us. Make love not war was the cry and a little magazine called Ms. did not exist until 1970, but the signs were there. Vietnam was our … Continue reading PAD Day 8

When Being Polite Is a Losing Game A COVID-19 Poem You can’t do everything right. In these times, the smallest thing can lead to disaster, which   has a new definition: death. Here is my list of what may kill me— not today, but in a week or two   when the danger is forgotten. … Continue reading PAD Day 6

This Is Also Spring   A moment can be a memory which makes me wonder if a moment can fail to be memory. Can I be so erased from time that seeing and hearing and yes, smelling the wind does not trigger other moments, make me remember another time, another wind like the sting from … Continue reading PAD Day 5

Follow that Star I spent my childhood mostly on wheels, roller skating or biking in circles at the end of our street, a row of Cottonwoods masking the tracks but not the sound of trains at night. I was in nature   yet not in it. The suburbs were like that, curved rows of ranch … Continue reading PAD Day 3

In the Distance A Covid-19 Poem   Millions of introverts just got their most fervent prayer answered. We are alone at last, each in our own bubble, only this time no one chastises us for not going to the party. This time we are the standard and six feet its measure. Much like The Boy … Continue reading PAD Day 2