Some Kind of Grace

Carolyn Grace

We drank each other and the moon, the taste
of ice and liquid light and shadow game
you caught my eye and I would like to waste
my breath on you, we sip the sky the same.
It’s gotten tangled now, with worry lines
and ancient wounds and looking at my phone
but holding back and writing cautious rhymes
does nothing for your anxious my alone.
I know you like I know sound of right,
the cadence of the poignant missing piece
but I don’t want to ache or break or fight
if you have someone else you can’t release.
*******My heart is bold enough to give you space
*******and loose its hold and find some kind of grace.

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After Shakespeare’s Sonnet 130

Carolyn Grace

My girlfriend’s eyes are focused on her phone
Her lips taste like somebody’s cheap perfume
If you like real, then leave her breasts alone
And with the rest, you’d better not assume….
I’ve seen some girls with roses in their cheeks
But my girl always has an orange tan
And while her voice is pleasant when she speaks
She’s so silly it’s enough to kill a man.
I don’t mind that she wobbles in high heels
Or that she never calls me by my name
When she’s with friends she tends to squeak and squeal
And get too drunk and tell me that I’m lame.
*******And yet I like her well enough to go
*******Delete my Tinder and let Facebook know

Wine Tasting

Carolyn Grace

Appearance matters.
I want
backbone and maybe some
bite. Balance is
preferable.
Nothing coarse, but
complexity counts.
I don’t mind if it’s a little
dirty, as long as there’s
depth.
Elegance is
essential. It can be elusive
as long as there is a nice
finish.
Let it be
full-bodied and generous.
Hard.
Hot.
Intense.
With length and
legs to
lean on.
A potent and rich
experience.
I want spicy and
subtle, supple
and tight.
Leave me tired
and tipsy.

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I happened upon an alphabetical index of wine tasting vocabulary. In “Wine Tasting” all the adjectives and adverbs come directly from that index of terminology and I have kept them in more or less alphabetical order.


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The Valentine’s Day invitation into commercialism and red food die persists, year after year, a saccharine answer to a deeply human experience. This year consider a different way to celebrate this famously shallow holiday: Create a moment for stillness, introspection, and revery.

To make a prairie (1755)

Emily Dickinson

Posted by the American Academy of Poets and used by permission of the publishers and the Trustees of Amherst College from The Poems of Emily Dickinson, Ralph W. Franklin ed., Cambridge, Mass.: The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press, Copyright © 1998 by the President and Fellows of Harvard College. Copyright © 1951, 1955, 1979, by the President and Fellows of Harvard College.

Food pairing:

It is February and bees are few. As the days grow incrementally longer and we in the American Midwest ride out the exaggerated ups and downs in the temperature, it can be hard to find a sense of balance. This year, take Emily’s suggestion, and follow this recipe for a more restful Valentine’s experience.

Recipe for Revery

Rooibos tea

Water

Clover honey

1 cinnamon stick

Directions: Bring water to a rolling boil. Pour into your favorite mug or teacup. Add Rooibos tea and steep for 4-5 minutes. Let the steam warm your face. Notice as the liquid descends into deeper shades of red. Take a breath and allow your shoulders to relax. Remove the tea leaves and add a generous spoon of clover honey. Stir with a cinnamon stick, and keep it in your cup. Notice the rich, unfabricated crimson that you have created. Taste the spicy notes of cinnamon and the grassy warmth of approaching spring in the honey. Allow yourself to become settled, warm, and sweet. Linger and dream….