Cole's Poetic License

HOLY CROW

This is my book of poems. My husband gave me this facsimile of a crow pictured here for my birthday. I didn't understand why. Everyone else who knows me did understand because I say "Holy Crow" whenever something strikes my awe. Each poem expresses some form of that awe.

Here's one example:

READ THE RECIPE FIRST

She poured in a whole quart of love
before the man was warm
and didn't save enough sugar
to sprinkle on anyone else.

She melted all of the butter, too.
There wasn't enough left
to grease the pan
let alone the kids

or the skids.

She whipped up a frenzy
without separating
the juicy bits
from the facts.

She set her oven
too high
let her edges burn
her middle sigh.

Next life she vowed
she'd read the recipe
all the way through,
measure before she began.

The next life she came back
as a pile-driving man.


Call me if you would like a copy. 805-473-0230
or mailto:evycole@hughes.net

Evelyn Cole, MA, MFA
The Whole-mind Writer

For the Sake of All Others |Prologue to Sake | A Tough Journey | Author Biography| "Holy Crow"
Cole's Poetic License