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Rain on Hostas It is raining on the Hostas in my yard and on the rabbits who hide under the broad leaves nibbling their impromptu umbrellas, huddled together in the cold, sitting perfectly soundless, shivering, in fear of being discovered by the cat who waits under the porch awning with its silent, surveying eyes and occasionally twitching tail that catches and refracts the light as it arcs back a...
April 28th Poem: Rain on Hostas
Apr 27, 2024
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The Pope's Beef Benedict Hiding in my luggage are two bottles of Merlot, Swiss Chocolate and a Pinocchio Marionette debating the wisdom of traveling to distant lands where one finds such mysteries and where one can dine on the Pope's Beef Benedict with its juxtaposition of seared meat and raw taste, which I ate for supper, along with a red wine so full and voluptuous, like the women of Rome who ba...
April 27th poem: The Pope's Beef Benedict
Apr 27, 2024
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The Grapes The grapes still clutch the vine along the backyard fence clusters of birds harvest the leftovers a picnic their juice sweetens like wine as the night cools just enough left to pool and intoxicate by Annette Gagliardi Published in Mediterranean Poetry, Spring 2022 at Odyssey.pm
April 26th poem: The Grapes
Apr 25, 2024
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