Stew — A Dream

An artfully altered photo of a yellow-enameled cast-iron Dutch oven, filled with shredded paper, on a stove top.
“Stew” — C.Birde, 8/21

Ingredients:

2 c. vegetable broth

1 c. brown lentils

2 T. extra-virgin olive oil

1 onion, thinly sliced

2 cloves garlic, minced

1 t. ground cumin

½ t. ground coriander

½ t. ground turmeric

salt & fresh-ground black pepper, to taste

1 manuscript, shredded

Method:

On full, dark night in open-format kitchen with streamlined, brushed-steel appliances – open all of porch’s double French doors in invitation to West Wind to pour over slate floor.

Place oval Dutch oven with tight-fitting lid over medium heat; add olive oil; heat until shimmering, ≈ 3 minutes. Add onion & garlic; sauté until onion softens & becomes translucent, stirring occasionally, ≈ 3-5 minutes. Add lentils & spices; stir well to combine; allow lentils to toast slightly, ≈ 2 minutes. Add vegetable broth; stir until well incorporated.

Carefully add shredded manuscript. Observe any stray words: Autumnal; wind-slippered; irrelevance. Consider meaning. Incorporate all slim strips with other ingredients; bring to boil. Reduce heat to low; cover & allow to stew indefinitely.

While waiting, notice Moon’s reflection in countless glass panes; listen to silence; water plants.

— C.Birde, 8/21

ID-iom — A Dream

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“Graveyard” — C.Birde, 9/18

 

“…it’s like…”

 

A sourceless voice,

mild as spring,

spare as winter.

 

“…scattering breadcrumbs…”

 

They appear in hand,

tiny, pale fragments,

brittle as stars.

 

“…in a graveyard.”

 

The landscape shifts,

the monuments resolve –

tall, dome-shouldered,

indecipherable.

 

 

— C.Birde, 9/4/18

Meaning, Lost — A Poem

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“Meaning, Lost” — C.Birde, 1/18

 

Choose with care.

Deliber-

ate.

This word over that.

Consider

tone and texture.

Clarity.

Bead and knot and string.

Craft each sentence.

Vanity.

Meaning slips,

coils into place

within another’s

throat.

 

— C.Birde, 1/18