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in my pocket full

of verses full

of lies

sifting specks


as crumbs

through the tiny

hole I drilled


so as to find my way



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Writing about change at dVerse tonight.  Join us.

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What would I know
if I fell, naked,
into the grass
and did not get up for days?

What would I taste
if I waded, bare-armed,
through the cold stream
and did not drink for years?

What would I dream
if I swam, web-footed,
over the volcanic mountains
and did not inhale eternity,

that dangles between each
collision of pulse beats?

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This is Day 27 of November and while I have not met my goal to post each day, I have been writing and editing each day.  A tip of the hat to my ‘editors’ who patiently worked through this one with me.  Any weakness in this poem is solely the fault of this writer. 🙂

Linking to dVerse Open Link Night!

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Ain’t Gonna Happen – A Haiku

Intimate grey fog

Echoless woodpecker drills

for November rain


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Frank J. Tassone’s Challenge #9 invokes the words ‘November Rain’ – trouble is, we are in our dry season here in central Florida and Frank is seeing the seasons through distinctly northern eyes.  😉

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Day Four – “Break Down”

Shamelessly reblogging this one from last summer for Jazz night at dVerse.


“There is a human wildness held beneath the skin that finds all barriers brutishly unbearable”
~ Jim Harrison from Songs of Unreason


The nightmare’s voice
fills up your silence with jazz
promises to free
up your body
fading the film to               b   l   a    c    k
wipe clean your slate
choose the           s  w   i   r   l      i n g           horns











that shred
that trembling
barbed wire
against the Parrish sky
stretch out the wings
you never knew you had
stand upon the window


calling out
to the stars in their
own language

Fly beyond

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Posting for dVerse Jazz Poetry with Amaya.

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Stuffed Pumpkin

Thanksgiving, the ultimate feast day in the United States, is upon us.  It seems appropriate for me to revisit the Food category of Jilly’s which is too often neglected.  This has been a favorite recipe at my house for many years and now, my friends, I share it with you.  There are multiple ways to prepare this dish, so make it your own.  It is a beautiful presentation piece on the table, no matter how you prepare the filling.  In honor of the spirit of the holiday, I am thankful for all of you, my on-line friends.  ~Jilly

stuffed pumpkin
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1 pie pumpkin – choose a pretty one with a nice stem.

1/2 lb. sausage (I make my own. Use what you most enjoy. A spicy sausage is recommended since the pumpkin and rice will mellow the spice.)
1/2 cup steamed rice (I like Basmati)
1/2 cup steamed wild rice
1 cup mixed vegetables, chopped 
1/4 cup croutons
1/2 cup shredded cheese; a sharp Cheddar is my personal choice.
Season with fresh herbs: thyme, sage, rosemary, flat-leaf parsley.  Salt & pepper.


Wash the pumpkin & pat dry.  Cut the top one-quarter off and clean seeds and strings from the inside.  Note: I like to notch the lid so that it doesn’t fall into the pumpkin as it bakes. It also makes it easy to find the ‘fit’.  Bake on a cookie sheet at 325 for about 30 minutes, until partially cooked.  Prepare the filling while it bakes.


Crumble & brown the sausage.  Drain excess fat.  Mix all filling ingredients except cheese and herbs.  Fill the pumpkin, replacing lid, and bake an additional 30-45 minutes, depending on the size of the pumpkin.  You want the pumpkin flesh to be tender but the sides still intact for ease of serving.  Remove lid and sprinkle cheese and fresh snipped herbs on top of the filling.  Spoon out filling being sure to include the cooked pumpkin flesh.




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she stood at the dance

edging the wall

hating them all

watching the rare common girls

flipping their hair

pretending not to notice them stare

those boys standing near

who were playing for fear

games of choice and derision

like paper, rock, scissor, decision.


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Join us at dVerse Poet’s Pub for a bit of Quadrille word play.  It rocks!

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Diminishing day

Exhales green gold sigh

gives over to the charms

of night’s carnal arms


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For Jane Doughtery’s  A Month with Yeats – Day 17:

The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,’ —W.B. Yeats

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Sandburg Home

In the evenings we sit on the back porch and listen
to the semis carrying Christmas toys
that will be trundled into a closet and buried
beneath that one unmatched sock and a torn
Pink Floyd T-shirt that was cool last year.

We hear the Puerto Rican street racers
in their matchbox Civics winding out gears
always shifting and dying too soon, too soon

We watch planes on their wide circling
loops of approach; gorged stars that twinkle
red, white, red, white —
no jazz in their rhythm at all.

We see the orange glow of the city
a dreamsicle sky that never melts,
only keeps the constellations behind
Cassiopeia hidden in the haze.

And we think about Sandburg’s
house in North Carolina,
the sweep of the long grass away
from the porch, into that silent
hollow, where small white
wildflowers clot the land
and one early cricket
bleats, bleats, bleats
from under a dogwood tree.

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Day 15 November Poem-A-Day personal challenge