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MomGoth Sparks o’ Joy, that is.

First, these guys popped out. They’re hyacinths, in case you don’t recognize them. Hyacinths always remind me of this poem by Medieval Persian poet Abū-Muḥammad Muṣliḥ al-Dīn bin Abdallāh Shīrāzī, also called Saadi:

If of thy worldly goods thou art bereft
and from thy slender store
two loaves alone to thee are left
sell one and, with the dole,
buy hyacinths to feed thy soul.

And, while you’re at it, how about a beer to go with that loaf you have left? Here is my favorite beer. I first had Killian’s Red at a science fiction convention where a couple of Canadians were throwing a bid party in hopes of having their Canadian town selected to host a Deep South Con. They pointed out that their town was in the deep south of CANADA. They also pointed out that purists could just travel south until they crossed Antarctica and the Arctic Circle and came back around south of the Arctic to Canada. They didn’t win the bid, but they won friends, and Killian’s Red won a lifetime fan. I like it the way I first had it–at room temperature.

On Saturday, Mom and I went to Destinations Booksellers in New Albany, Indiana and its café, The Dueling Grounds, for soup, sandwiches and literature. They have the BEST FOOD! Mom and I split a CheddarCot(tm): white cheddar cheese and apricot preserves. YUM! They must do something else to it than just that, because it’s sheer heaven. I bought Wendell Berry’s BRINGING IT TO THE TABLE, a collection of his essays about farming and food, a must-read for the locavores among us.

Sunday was Easter, of course, and Lori had an awesome message about not trying to take the Bible literally and getting tied up in knots over the disparities between Gospel accounts. She said the Bible isn’t about information, it’s about transformation; it’s about bringing ourselves to it to transform our lives and our relationships with God, others and the world. I’m so glad she came to work with us!

As always, getting together with Charlie’s family for their monthly gathering was a total joy. 🙂 Dolores made this wonderful spread/dip (I loved it, anyway–so much so that she sent the leftovers home with me–*danse-danse, danse-danse*).

Dolores’ Awesome Spread/Dip

Mix and nom.

I’ll be blogging tomorrow at Echelon Explorations and Fatal Foodies, so not sure if I’ll be here. But I’ll be there and there. So.


writing prompt: What did the Easter Bunny bring your main character for Easter?

This is about Al, who has been banished to the basement for spreading his Precious Bodily Fluids around upstairs.

by Marian Allen

Al (The Incredibly Bad One)

Who’s happy now?
Who’s happy now?
Who’s purring big ’cause I gave him his chow?
Who couldn’t wait
Behind the gate
Until at least–let’s say–eight?
You broke my deep
REM sleep
Until I gave you some chow.
At seven A
You got your way.
Who cares that you’re happy now?

It’s clear and blue in the sky today, and supposed to get up to 60. We had a little sprinkle of rain in the early evening, and saw a rainbow! It was too pale to photograph, alas.

Hope your day is sunny and bright, in your world and in your heart.


writing prompt: A character has a clash of wills with a pet.

…but the colder it gets, the more I sing it.

A Penguin For A Pet

I want a penguin for a pet!
(a penguin for a pet)
How cute can you get?
(cute can you get)
The little ones are fuzzy and the big ones are slick –
They waddle and they wobble – Just to see ’em gets me tickled.
Let me have a penguin!
Gotta have a penguin!
I’ll raise him from a baby –
Don’t say “No” or “Maybe” –
Let me have a penguin for a pet!!


writing prompt: What kind of pet would your character like when it’s cold? If your character has a pet, is it a good one for cold weather or a bad one, or are the reviews mixed? (Cats are cozy, but they don’t want to go outside to do their “business”. Dogs are homey, but they get ice in their pads….)

I haven’t dipped a bucket into the well of poetic inspiration lately (if that is the term I want), so I think I will write a bad poem for my cat.

Riddle, wrapped in a mystery,
inside an enigma, inside a cat.
you claw when you want affection,
cry for food when you want out–
I think you do not speak English.

Gypsy, who arrived by falling,
no bigger than a peach,
like a peach from a tree–
cat who hates cats,
who keens when she’s happy

Cat of all cats,
quintessential feline.

Katya, Russian Blue


writing prompt: write a poem about an animal

This was supposed to have posted on 03/03/09, but it didn’t. Grrrr! I have got to check my posts more often to make sure they’re actually THERE. What’s the point in running off at the fingers, if the babbling stays hidden? I might as well just sit in the closet and talk to my shoes.

Here is Joe, our oldest grandson’s dog, who lives with us (the dog, not the grandson). He (again the dog) wants to be a good dog, but he just has too much Dalmatian in him to have much of a shot at it. Dalmatians aren’t BAD dogs, but they’re too lively for anybody’s good. They make ADHD look like full-body paralysis.


O dog, so quiet and serenethenobledog1
with carriage so upright,
you are, beneath your noble mien,
a fiend who barks all night.

You start when darkness fills the sky,
O Dog of Little Brain,
and howl until I wonder why
your throat withstands the strain.

If op’ra singers had your voice,
your volume and endurance,
they’d never pass a roll of choice
or purchase voice insurance.

So bark away, Inquisitor,
as harshly as you will!
and I’ll pretend it’s Carmen or
The Barber of Seville.


writing prompt: Write about a dog who looks one way but is another.


Here is where I ramble on about whatever happens to fall through my mind. I also have a professional site, where I post about my books, stories, news and appearances. Every month, I post a “Hot Flash” there–a story or prose poem of about 50 words. I hope you enjoy your visit. –Marian Allen

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