Following on from the episode of my father's bread tins and the runaway flour, LeggyPeggy asked about the recipe, so I thought I might share it today. Below is my original 'baking dish' - a cast iron dutch oven. I've moved along a little since then. Bread Baking Dish Why Bread? I'm not a baker, … Continue reading Frank’s Bread Recipe
2018 Sundry poems
In the dough! Adventures with a bread tin (or two)
Well bread, indeed! Today I had a little moment. Not one of my best, I confess. I set out to make a loaf of bread. Nothing very exciting in that. I use a no-knead recipe on a fairly regular basis, and turn out satisfactory loaves, with seeds and or fruit. A little wholemeal. Just so. … Continue reading In the dough! Adventures with a bread tin (or two)
Now, now. There’s no knead for that!
My small, white crusty loaf. Crusty Loaf Tasty enough, I declare! Not too bad, crusty! ~
still air
the street so quiet now nothing not a breath of air so still it almost feels a solid thing somewhere north and west of here there is dragon breath lying red across the land they tell me it is coming my way close and even closer the air will move when it comes they say … Continue reading still air
we become the reflection (of our art) – a cautionary tale for Ted.
it was the eyes that he noticed first in the night and in the light they could stop the traffic glowing red and it was the jawline rough with a greenish tinge of algae multiplying and somehow it was the snout that always seemed longer than before always seeming to need more length to fit … Continue reading we become the reflection (of our art) – a cautionary tale for Ted.
George
A short while ago I posted a link to the Australian Speculative Fiction site, to show off a poem that I'd penned to a picture posted over there, called Only the Wind (is free). I wrote a second poem for the same picture and thought it would be wasteful not to post it here on … Continue reading George
enough (windsong)
ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo oow-woo-woo woo-woo-woo-woo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo oow-woo-woo woo-woo-woo-woo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo oow-woo-woo woo-woo-woo-woo ooo ooo ooo ooo oow-woo-woo woo-woo-woo-woo that’s enough! I grow weary of wind … Continue reading enough (windsong)
instructions from a (learned) bear
hey sir bear hey wise bear what is the word today read me the news tell me your views I am at your feet hey wise bear hey smart bear tell me everything everything I need to know ~
at thunder
he raised a staff of lightning up sent a shaft into the clouds with two hands he brought the staff to ground spoke the name of thunder thunder-r-r-r it rolled the clouds lit as though by a light inside- a flicker- a strobe- a message spoke back the sound that the staff had called spoke … Continue reading at thunder
to the moon
fly me to the jaws of life of death of living at the margins fly out beyond the sky to the dark of space to everything I leave behind me and I will embrace the thing that's coming I will take what is there take anything that names me fly high the moon fly high … Continue reading to the moon