Bacon on the Bookshelf

Savory picks for the free range reader

May 7, 2022
by jenniferpuryear

A Prayer for the Table in May

Book Title: Thirst

Mary Oliver, as always, says it best…. When I Am Among The Trees When I am among the trees, especially the willows and the honey locust, equally the beech, the oaks and the pines, they give off such hints of gladness. I would almost say that they save me, and daily. I am so distant from the hope of myself, in which I have goodness, …

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April 16, 2022
by jenniferpuryear

Because The Mower Did Not Come

Because the mower did not come the wild things grew and sang wild songs and the tulips remembered the melodies. A grandmother’s bluebells (long since forgotten) woke up, looked around, told some jokes because the mower did not come. Because the mower did not come the field balm threw a party and invited everyone even the outliers and introverts. Tulip and wild thing, bluebell and field …

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April 9, 2022
by jenniferpuryear

The Turkey Hen, the Bobcat, and the Peanut Butter Toast

Each year, come spring, a turkey hen appears in our neighborhood. She browses and grazes with a calm demeanor and kind-of acts like she owns the place. Where does she live the rest of the year? Not telling. Come spring, she comes home. I’m worried about what she might find this year.  In her absence, a bobcat has taken up residence in the area. Just …

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March 19, 2022
by jenniferpuryear

“Talking to Grief”

I’m a slow learner. Or another word: stubborn. Pain is a patient teacher. I love the way Denise Levertov imagines a gentle conversation with grief… Talking to Grief By Denise Levertov Ah, grief, I should not treat you like a homeless dog who comes to the back door for a crust, for a meatless bone. I should trust you. I should coax you into the …

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March 12, 2022
by jenniferpuryear

Winter’s Last Bloom

  While winter’s last bloom graced flower and tree, the cardinals in my yard kept singing their song of Spring. The coyotes kept to their usual path, shortly after dawn. The doves found the seed I put out for all comers. And I found this poem…  Spring Snow By Linda Gregerson A kind of counter- blossoming, diversionary,  doomed, and like the needle with its drop  …

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February 5, 2022
by jenniferpuryear

Dispatch from a Winter Afternoon

A blood-red cardinal lies murdered in the garden, dropped by hawk or cat. Daffodils and hyacinths that emerged too early shiver and regret. The lenten roses, soggy, droop. In times such as these, one turns to poetry… Heavy by Mary Oliver That time I thought I could not go any closer to grief without dying I went closer, and I did not die. Surely God had …

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January 15, 2022
by jenniferpuryear

Patience

Book Title: Dunce

As Winter Storm Izzy whirls through the greater region, with its glaze and spit and powder, a dream of summer comes to me. Meet me there, if you’d like, with poet Mary Ruefle, in my mother’s backyard… Mary Ruefle is everywhere! She was on the plane with me yesterday, and now she is in the hotel… Patience I’ve seen her walking the streets in her …

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December 23, 2021
by jenniferpuryear

Christmas Greetings and Bacon Love

My friend Mary Jo gave me a beautiful book of Christmas poems, and I’d love to share three of them this morning. Whatever else the day holds for you, I hope you find a moment of peace and stillness in your heart. The Magi ~William Butler Yeats (1865 – 1939) Now as at all times I can see in the mind’s eye, In their stiff, …

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July 28, 2021
by jenniferpuryear

The Wild Life in Central Park

  Alice gleams in the mad, mad world while parents teach their young to share a rock in the sun –  the sparrow bold and sharp finds crumbs – and the moth believes herself beautiful.  Black eyed susans flirt by water’s edge – clouds swim in the pond –  while strange monster daisies stretch for the sun.   Brides marry, half-mad with love –  undone …

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