House, Garden, Madness
By Cate Marvin
Meeting his mouth made it so I had house again.
I called him garden and drew him so, grew
his long lashes like grasses so I could comb
them with my stare. Some evenings a low cloud
would arrive, hang its anxiety over the yard.
Having his mouth at mine again gave me back
home. The walls painted themselves blue
flowers grew larger than my head, stared
at me with wide eyes through the windows.
I was surrounded. A cloud stretched gray arms.
His mouth and mine again built something back
up with heat. The house was home again, wherever
I lived. The flowers grew fat, fed on weeds
around them. Ladybugs tucked their red luck
beneath petals' chins. The cloud came home again.
His eyes were closed but mine kept swinging open.
I saw him in the garden, surrounded by its light.
The flowers cut their own stalks, handed themselves
over to him in bunches. He kissed their bouquets,
and petals raptured. A cloud lowered, dark with fury.
I pressed my mouth to palm, closed my eyes
to find the garden, then saw: window shut in fright,
roots drowned, flower stalks broken, their heads dead
in puddles. Startled, I looked around. The cloud
descended, prepared to hemorrhage in my arms.
From: "Poetry Daily", page 173
first published in The Paris Review, no. 158, Spring, Summer 2001
also from "World's Tallest Disaster" by Cate Marvin
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Madness is highly underrated.
I'd like to share my favorite, most requested Thanksgiving recipe passed down to me by my Mama. As most Southern cooks do, I add or subtract spices to suit my taste. (We're the best cooks in the world down here in Swamp country.) It tastes like a dessert, but it's a yummy side dish, best served with deep fried turkey, cornbread dressing, giblet gravy, homemade rolls and green bean casserole. Oh, and don't forget the cranberry sauce.
I hope you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving filled with love, family and friends. Ray & I are alone this year, sadly... :-(
Love & Blessings to you all,
~Marion
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Mama's Sweet Potato Soufflé
3 cups mashed sweet potatoes (I used canned yams, but you can use fresh)
1 cup sugar (or Splenda, a sugar substitute)
2 eggs
1 Tablespoon vanilla
1 teaspoon of cinnamon (you can also add nutmeg if you like)
1/2 teaspoon cardamom (my secret ingredient)
½ cup butter, melted
Mix the above ingredients well using hand mixer and pour into oven-safe casserole dish.
TOPPING: (mix in separate bowl)
1 cup packed brown sugar (or Splenda Brown Sugar)
1/3 cup flour
1 cup finely chopped pecans (or walnuts)
1/3 cup butter
Melt butter in mircrowave. Mix all topping ingredients together with a fork. It will be crumbly. Sprinkle mixture evenly over top of casserole mixture. Bake 30 minutes at 350 degrees or until golden brown on top. Enjoy!!!
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"The Pilgrims made seven times more graves than huts. No Americans have been more impoverished than these who, nevertheless, set aside a day of thanksgiving." ~H.U. Westermayer
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For each new morning with its light,
For rest and shelter of the night,
For health and food, for love and friends,
For everything Thy goodness sends. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
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"Thanksgiving dinners take eighteen hours to prepare. They are consumed in twelve minutes. Half-times take twelve minutes. This is not coincidence." ~Erma Bombeck
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"O Lord that lends me life,
Lend me a heart replete with thankfulness." ~William Shakespeare
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1 comment:
I made a similar dish called sweet potato casserole, but it has a grape-nut topping, and I leave the sugar out. Speaking of food, I was surprised when I came here to find that grits were sold in stores, but I've yet to find a single person who knew what they are. I stopped buying boxed grits a long time ago upon discovering a kind of coarsely ground grits called polenta that only comes in bulk. To me, polenta is far more tasty, and I like the color better too, having never seen it in anything but yellow. One thing that I miss here is sorghum, because although I have found it, it only comes in small bottles and is very expensive. I miss the days when I could watch it being made with the help of a mule, and could buy it right then and there.
I've been memorizing a little Christina Rosetti of late, and anytime I read poetry, I think of you.
I hope you're having a delightful holiday. Just remember that the SUN is the reason for the season--ha, ha, ha.
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