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


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


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


“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,




— C.Birde, 9/4/18

Meaning, Lost — A Poem

Meaning 3.jpg

“Meaning, Lost” — C.Birde, 1/18


Choose with care.



This word over that.


tone and texture.


Bead and knot and string.

Craft each sentence.


Meaning slips,

coils into place

within another’s



— C.Birde, 1/18