12 February 2015 § 2 Comments
Add barley flakes to boiling broth and cover.
Simmer — standing by to stir — for a quarter-hour.
Prepare a pie plate with some oil
then flatten the flakes to form a crust.
Add cod and kale (cooked ahead)
then whisk ricotta, water, and eggs.
Season with salt and a smidge of pepper.
Pour this potion atop the crust
so it fills all fissures ‘mongst flake and leaf.
Place the pie in a pre-heated oven:
four-twenty-five for fifteen minutes
three-fifty for a further hour.
Let it alone to lose some heat
then slide slices off spatula with a knife
(’twill keep the cod from coming off the grain).
Nutritious? Yes. Tasty? No.
Truthfully told, it’s bland.
But fair fare will suffice for now —
with a chaser of chocolate cookie.
5 January 2015 § Leave a comment
A box of clothes that once I wore
reopened in our basement store:
With much weight lost I now reclaim
ten tops, some jeans, then lose the blame
I’d taken on before I’d found
the cause of all my excess pounds.
29 December 2014 § Leave a comment
a half foot of snow from the 23rd
lies melting in Christmas Eve rain
so too lie tomorrow’s traditions
dissolved by a matriarch’s ash
23 August 2014 § Leave a comment
7 August 2014 § Leave a comment
small water maker
a being that is
a being that does
appears at dawn
by the Abenaki
We just call it dew.
©2014 JS Graustein
Meredith, New Hampshire USA
2 August 2014 § 4 Comments
The sky turned black and we were stuck behind
a three-mile line of cars. I’d tried to find
a back way home from Megan’s Boston doc
but didn’t figure in the five o’clock
non-weekender just wanting to get home
to Essex County, Mass (I’d hoped to roam
its Whittier spaces). Rain began to pelt
the car as Haverhill came in view. We felt
quite nervous when we couldn’t see if there
were two or four lanes ‘cross the bridge over
the Merrimack. Our wipers set on max
could not keep up. We followed tracks
of a one-ton truck until it led us through
a flooded patch of Main Street. Thus we knew
we had to park and let the deluge pass.
We turned uphill and looked for treeless grass
to park beside. Rain-Bound. No debate:
John Greenleaf Whittier’s farm would have to wait.
©2014 JS Graustein
Haverhill, Massachusetts USA