• will dream for food

    by  • September 5, 2007 • 14 Comments

    I’m not one of those people who remember dreams, for the most part. Something about the way I wake up in the morning makes my mind work like an Etch-a-Sketch, erasing whatever was created during the night as I shake myself into consciousness. But I think I had a dream last night that refused...

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    fiddlehead faith

    by  • September 3, 2007 • 10 Comments

    Yesterday was Ginger’s last Sunday of vacation, so I spent the morning, once more, reading Sara Miles. The heart of her book is about starting a food pantry at her church in San Francisco. In the process of telling her story, she says some profound and confrontive things about faith and action. As a...

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    you’re my home

    by  • August 31, 2007 • 4 Comments

    Ginger and I have spent the last two days finishing all the things we’ve lived with unfinished for the last six years so our house could go on the market today. As we were leaving our realtor at the house, a couple was coming in to try and imagine themselves in the space we...

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    open window

    by  • August 30, 2007 • 4 Comments

    This poem is a response to two prompts: one from Christine with this accompanying image and the other being the final prompt at Poetry Thursday, which was “open window.” They reminded me of jazz artist Chet Baker, whose story I first learned of through David Wilcox’s song, “Chet Baker’s Unsung Swan Song.” open window...

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    mise en place

    by  • August 29, 2007 • 3 Comments

    One of the things I admire most about Chef is his thriftiness: nothing goes to waste. Last Saturday our produce supplier left a case each of strawberries, blueberries, raspberries, and blackberries – about $130 worth of fruit — when all we had ordered were a couple of pints of each to use as garnishes...

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    extravagant belonging

    by  • August 28, 2007 • 7 Comments

    Friday night was busy at the restaurant. I was at the fish station and Chef was on the grill, which are the two main sauté stations. We share eighteen burners, three ovens, and more sauté pans than I can count and, once dinner service gets into full swing, we keep the burners blazing and...

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    not just passing through

    by  • August 27, 2007 • 12 Comments

    Lat night at the restaurant, I was the utility infielder, if you will, doing whatever prep projects I could find and then jumping in to help whoever was getting “in the weeds” as we say. A good deal of my time was spent shucking oysters since Gianni has a hard time doing it. It’s...

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    by  • August 23, 2007 • 15 Comments

    The prompt from Poetry Thursday this week is to write a poem using the last line of a previous one. The line comes from this poem. Here is my offering: Today Marking time until daybreakin Frasier reruns and infomercials,I doze in-and-out of late night TV:this is the day you come home. I don’t sleep...

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    running the numbers

    by  • August 19, 2007 • 5 Comments

    “To sense that behind anything that can be experienced there is a something that our mind cannot grasp and whose beauty and sublimity reaches us only indirectly and as a feeble reflection, this is religiousness.” (Albert Einstein) ______________________________________ When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which...

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    living by principles

    by  • August 17, 2007 • 12 Comments

    In the early eighties I was a hospital chaplain in Dallas, Texas. One of the patients I saw was a man from Odessa, Texas who had AIDS. He was the first person with AIDS I ever knew. His mother was the only person who came to visit him, though he had a very full...

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