Status Report 170
Blood orange cream seeps up sky
as night creeps off on dark pause
I wait for an honest coffee
to salvage my soul without prayer
Unsure if need of known
is after effect or cause
The light leaks in
burning moths for flavor
– Smith, 2.4.2016
Have nine poems and eight fotos featured on yesterday’s Medusa’s Kitchen . . . one poem each from 1965, 1975, 1985, 1995, 2005, and 2015, and three from last month.
This is my 5th appearance in The Kitchen, so I’m beginning to believe my monthly visit is welcome . . . can’t take these things for granted.
http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2016/02/poems-from-six-decades.html
Lady K’s been working 60-70 hour weeks since taking over the family web design business last month. She has much stress, little time, so even though I’m not a cook, I’ve begun making large weekly pots of food . . . 1st week was chili, second potato soup, third black bean soup, and yesterday free form navy bean soup. Believe this to be the tastiest yet, though the black bean was mighty fine and the first two didn’t scare us away.
I was a jailhouse cook for 6 months in 1970 when I was locked up for 10.5 months in county jail. A paid civilian head cook came in 5 days a week, ordered the food, told me what to do, left most of it for me to cook. I don’t remember much except making 50 gallons of chicken soup in a large floor vat, and skinning a car-killed deer the State Police brought in after midnight.
