Snow in April, tomorrow's poem, and quinoa - the Tuesday poem roundup

What I wrote Sat, 4/12 to Tues, 4/15

Happy Tuesday, y’all. Yesterday was a special, personal post that I was grateful to be able to share. You can read/watch it by becoming a paid supporter. But now we dive back into the daily poems.

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Okay, here we go.

4/12/25
Snow in April.
Light, airy,
   beautiful.
And a real punch in the face.
Somehow falling straight down 
As if to say 
“Hi!
I’m the most perfect snow
   you could ever want.
I’m here to make your 
   Christmas delightful 
Or your kid’s winter break 
   magical and giddy.
Except I’m here 
   in frickin April.
So la la la la la,
   ha ha ha ha ha!”
[Wiggles her snowy ass
In our faces
And struts away.]
Snow in April.
And Mother Nature 
   is rolling on the floor,
   cackling. 

Yup, snow in April. When all the boots, overcoats, salt, and plows have been put away. Thus, another diatribe against the vindictive, cold, New England spring.

4/13/25
What will I write 
   tomorrow?
Today is 
Checking my watch in an
   airport terminal,
Sweating under Mickey ears in
   the line for Small World,
Hungry at 9pm waiting 
   for the oven to ding.
Today is 
Not much thought to the 
   here and now.
The mind and heart 
Have jumped ahead 
   a little.
What will I write 
   tomorrow?
Will you feel something?
Would he
   have liked it?

Sometimes the only thing on your mind today is what’s coming tomorrow. Moments like that feed my occasional obsession with process, with what the blank page can do to a person.

4/14/25
See yesterday's post. You can read it here.

4/15/25
When the syrup sinks 
   to the bottom 
You end up with 
A lot of 
   hot, wet quinoa.
Hot, wet
Can be appealing 
In some circumstances.
A hot shower 
   on a freezing morning,
A sweaty tumble 
   on a freezing night,
A steaming bowl
   of soup when you need it.
But, not, alas,
   plain, mushy quinoa 
   for breakfast.

Vegan Passover necessitates some changes in morning eats. The usual oats, toast, etc are replaced with things like a quinoa-based hot cereal, which, when it works can be super tasty. Almond butter, almond milk, vanilla extract, maple syrup—all good things simmering together in the crock pot overnight. And the syrup sinking to the bottom isn’t entirely a bad thing. It gets crusty, sweet, yummy. But it leaves a white, bland layer at the top. Yes, stirring it up usually solves the problem, but I caught an unstirred patch this morning, which was disconcerting.

Coming up Thursday, a live chat with Katie DeBonville—friend, writer, musician, fundraiser, and all around awesome person.