A meeting of the kitchen minds
through herbs: oregano and thyme
to be specific; and some lime
to sprinkle with the curry powder
as the kettle whistled louder…
Grocery List 2: A Poem
Onions, scallions, orange juice, granola,
Liver, lunchmeat, chunk of Gorgonzola,
Parsnips, turnips, pound of trail mix,
Corn chips, Cool Whip, box of Wheatabix…
Grocery List: A Poem
Apples, bagels, milk, and macaroni,
Froot Loops, canned soups, half pound of baloney,
Yogurt, cheese Squirt, Knox unflavored gelatin,
Doughnuts, cold cuts, box of Flintstone vitamins,
Chuck steak, pound cake, zucchini, summer squash,
Cloves, thyme, lemon, lime, bourbon, tonic, scotch,
Tofu, honeydew, flounder to feed six,
Artichokes, diet Cokes, peanuts, pretzel sticks,
Tater tots, German brats, cherries (black or bing?),
Blue cheese, fresh peas, I think that’s everything.
(Words and photo by Sarah Hinlicky Wilson. I wrote this poem ages ago, but only just realized it must mean I’ve always been fascinated by trochaic meter.)
Go Camel Go: A Poem
Deep down in old Judea, in Jerusalem
The walls had this one gate that let you pass through them
This gate it was so narrow that you’d have to be
The skinniest of bodies that you’d ever see
One day a camel said I’m gonna go on through
No matter it’s the last thing that I ever do
Go, go
Go camel go,
Go, go camel go…
Dürer's Rhino: A Poem
Oh, let me be Dürer’s rhino.
Gird me with plates,
Gridlocks and grates,
Hinges too narrow
For spear-tip or arrow.
Dragon has soft spot
But not Dürer’s rhino…
Introducing a New Podcast: Sarah Hinlicky Wilson Stories
It turns out that podcasting is habit-forming.
To be honest, I’ve been surprised at how much podcasting has captivated me, equally as a listener and as a creator. I can’t remember being so taken with a medium since I was about five and realized that it was possible to become one of that marvelous set of authors who produced the wonderful things we call books.
So, joining her big sister Queen of the Sciences (halfway through year 5!) and the slightly neglected middle-child The Disentanglement Podcast (briefly on hiatus) comes the brand-new podcast Sarah Hinlicky Wilson Stories…
Read moreShut Up, Luther: A Poem
Shut up, Luther,
Reckless truther!
Stop disturbing public peace and keep your thoughts in line.
Bold reformer?
Crude informer!
Flapping lips like yours unload our priceless pearls on swine….
To All You State Poets: A Poem
To you who collect awards and fellowships;
to you who receive grants because you
drink deeply of the Dakotas,
probe Pennsylvania’s coals and keystones,
and weather the wilds of Wyoming;
to you whose ancestors were anchored in the Ozarks
of Arkansas and harangued hunger in Georgia,
to you heirs of the lyric disintegration of Lousiana
and the ever glad expanses of Florida,
to you who narrate Norwegian silence in St. Paul
and Polish pride in Peoria;
to you who vocalize vocatives to pioneers in Nebraska
and brandish bowls of dust in Oklahoma,
to you lamenters of Los Angeles
mourning manzanilla buried beneath boulevards…
Persimmon Women: A Poem
On the upper floor there live two women,
Sisters, never married, now grown old.
Late in autumn they string ripe persimmon
Out to dry in winter’s bright blue cold…
Too Sweet Pie: A Poem
There was this time
when I was a kid
I ate way more ’n
I wish that I did
I saw & I craved
& I gave it a try
Six huge helpings
of too sweet pie
I musta been thinking
I don’t know what
It started to roil
& boil in my gut…