May 31, 2012

Gogyohka-Thursday [88]

Ricotta, mozzarella

 melting in our mouths.

"How much money?" we ask.

"No money," the man smiles,

"You woman eat for free." 

This poem was inspired by yesterday's outing to Arthur Avenue. We ladies were picking up several pounds of ricotta and mozzarella from the cheese shop my great-grandmother shopped at for year after year. She always picked up her ricotta for special occasions there because cheese anywhere else "just wasn't the same." I think our delight over cheese (along with questions and anecdotes) must have delighted the cheese-man, because he gave us a huge slab of ricotta to eat on the way and a mozzarella in the shape of a pig for my little sister. When we asked how much we owed him for our 3-4 pounds of cheese, he told us he'd "called his manager" and there was no charge for us. We almost cried, we were so touched by his sweetness.

May 24, 2012

Gogyohka-Thursday [87]

For nearly two years, I've had a faithful Gogyohka-reader from Paris. You've never commented; I don't know who you are. But I've always wanted to say thank you.

Si j'avais les mots

les mots justes

je voudrais vous dire

merci, je vous remercie

pour lisant

if I had words

just the right words

I would say to you

thank you, thank you

for reading

May 10, 2012

Gogyohka-Thursday [85]

still at last

just the God, the grass, and me

sleeping in the sun

reading in the breeze

sweet pondering, just being

May 3, 2012

Gogyohka-Thursday [84]

In honor of finals week- here's a poem I wrote April 27th, 2009.


at my test

as if just enough time

would fill in

all the blanks