Wednesday, June 26, 2013


Photo by S. Auberle

What is better on a hot summer eve than a 47 lb. Rooster?  Cool Salade Nicoise, tiny tomatoes with fresh basil from the pot on the porch, a still-warm baguette from Top Shelf and this fun, cheap and delicious Pinot Grigio?  Here's what the label says:

At the turn of the century HRM (His Royal Majesty) Rex Goliath was a treasured circus attraction.  Weighing in at 47 lbs., Rex was billed as "the World's Largest Rooster."  Our wines are a tribute to  Rex's larger-than-life personality with big fruit forward flavors sure to please.  Bright, juicy and floral --say howdy to our California version of this Italian classic--cultured, but racy and very romantic.  ~  HRM Rex Goliath Winery, Madera, California.

O no, and I'm dining alone tonight!

Wednesday, June 19, 2013


Photo by S. Auberle

old poem, new photo


To see the world in a grain of sand, and to see heaven in a wildflower,
hold infinity in the palm of your hand and eternity in an hour.
             -  William Blake

My great-grandparents were called
the Plain People.  I never knew them
but for this one story that survives
of Grandma and her piano,
it’s wood burnished like satin
from beeswax applied as often
as eight children and a farm allowed.

The piano sat in her parlor
as she never did,
and children could only look,
admonished sternly if they touched
this sinful object, its music forbidden
by Amish folk on their narrow
path to heaven.

But Lucinda didn’t care.  I imagine
her on a winter day, the parlor icy,
sun shyly touching the piano.
Lucinda’s hands trembling
as she presses one key, softly—
hearing a symphony
in that single note.

Sunday, June 16, 2013


Photographer Unknown

You're beginning to fade, Papa,
in the photo of you
and Mama and me
but I'm only two years old
and don't see you disappearing

I still feel your arms
around me at bedtime,
know warm goodnight
kisses and hugs,
breathe the man-smell of you
when you tickle my ears
with your nose.

Tomorrow, Papa,
a picnic please?
Let's go to the beach
where that light is so bright
I can still see
little girls in your eyes...

excerpted from the poem "Invisible" in my first book--
"Saturday Nights at the Crystal Ball"
published by Cross+Roads Press, currently out of print

Saturday, June 08, 2013


Photo by S. Auberle

Been doing some traveling--one trip up to the Keweenaw Peninsula, in Michigan's Upper Peninsula...we go there as often as we can to drop back to a simpler way of life and be revitalized creatively--this is a selection of notes from various seasons of the year...


~  flock of black crows
in field of white daisies

~oatmeal and buckwheat honey
apricots like small, fallen suns
your hands, reaching

~ another summer passing
we wait and watch
for blueberries ripening

~  Brother Raymond
at the Jampot gives us a taste
of marzipan and wild rosehip jam

~  beer at Harbor House
from a brewery first established
in Germany in 1049

~ the subject today
in Babette's Café
is the wind

~  church bells ringing out this noontime
 last night shouts and screams blading the dark
a terrified woman shouting no no no

~  Connie's Kitchen--the best pasties in the UP
her passing parade of diners almost as good

~  through Bumbletown, pop. 48,
down to the Gratiot River where last summer
fields of pink prairie roses bloomed

~  sign on church board--Can today be enough?
yes and yes and yes