Long Yeasty Poems

Here life waits
with a thousand little discontinuous deaths, again,
right here in The Evolving Self's
sixth principle of preferable options for more humane revolutions
of evolution,
lurking behind Mihaly Csikzentmihalyi.

I had seen this life coming
when he began by rooting...

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Always respect this combination of fire and wind,
she tentatively said,
after having listened for healthy and pathological winds
regenerating and degenerating,
investing in and divesting of,
yeasty flames of fertile dopamine.

They, like you,
co-arise of and from the landscapes
in which...

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Bateson: 
Pathology is a relatively easy thing to discuss,
health is very difficult.

Laotse:
Pathology is a functional issue for discernment,
organic health is difficult to miss
unless you have switched our cooperative evolution
for your personal competitive revolution.

Bateson:
...the sacred is...

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Once upon a nightime grim
all creatures of Earth dreamed
our Mother was not enough for everyone,
just "me."

This collective nightmare thunderously rolled out
dark implications:

Earth is insufficient for our needs!

We live in Closed Systems of immunity,
heading toward decay!

EarthTribe...

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[An Autumn kitchen a crucible of y e a s t and y e a r n i n g]

Samantha kneads dough with determined hands, she hears
    Hank's cry—"Vi vi an"—a phantom...

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A Tao (0)Mega Tipping Point Zen-Christ
could become no better or worse than your own spiritual experiences
of your own bicameral mindbody of Christianity.
These Christ-icons are all made of the same LeftBrain yeast
becoming fully diastatic bread
becoming RightBrain's...

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It’s dreadful, a disaster, it’s a terrible calamity
Housewives going frantic for the thing they seek but cannot see
Supermarket workers helping those who shout the most
Try their best to find a jar of spread to spread...

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Dad looking at that weatherboard house, Old Tooters home,
A thrifty man.. us to him did his brother send,
Saying that the place could do with a mend;
The roof had red patches of pitted rust, the cost...

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Fragrance of Life  ©

Cool rain drums on blistering 
asphalt, the scent streams into 
the nostrils--hot, grassy smell of 
summer, freshly cut-smoky 
cedar lingers on the air 

Fresh popcorn drenched in 
butter, I sit in...

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                             38.4154017°, -76.5341214°
A waterwheel, raceway, grinding stones...

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Here we are again
still
remembering our fair share of mutually invested identity,
where dreams swim to fuse together,
DNA with RNA eco-wombs written across the heart of all four sacred seasons
of star song's tidally ebb and flowing moon...

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Allow my wisdom to assert warnings along historical authenticity
Bringing the truth, “In the beginning God created…”* with perfect beauty
Championing supreme sovereign control over mankind’s creativity
Driving the need for people to fulfill their foremost directed duty…

Exposed...

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My dad built a house on a hill. How exciting to climb to the tippy-top then look down upon the roof, and dog home, the bean garden, and to sled the slope in Winter white.

eyes...

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F riendly faithful, flexible, far-sighted, fulfilling favors…
                            ...

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Awoken by my internal clock,
the ground is cold and sticky. 
Head is pounding, 
body is dirty, 
why did I sleep here?
Arch my back up slightly off the wooden floor,
shards of brown glass pop off my...

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AT THREE O’CLOCK IN THE MORNING 

trucks toil the city’s streets, 
a minuet of practiced precision, 
to the pulsating rhythm, 
to the incessant beat. 

they parade and pause, 
they roll-on. stop. 
roll-on. stop. roll-on. stop....

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When I was born 
I was adorn
With parts in pairs
For here and there
And being male
Two nuts to scale
Due to a sale
A two-for-one
Then I inhaled
Into two lungs
Yet with one tongue
Let those lungs wail

When I began
As a...

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Our Daily Bread


Flour, yeast, and milk, a bit of butter too,
 and giving it some time to rise,
 into a loaf, it grew..

From this mass of sticky flour 
will come warm, pillow soft bread. 
My...

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New England's post election trees
shed a few teary waving leaves.
Morning sky tries to shine resilience
yet lingers in ominous grey overcast
of silent waiting through despair.

In Michigan and Wisconsin and Pennsylvania
tens of thousands of mothers
who cherish their...

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By Dana Redricks
April 11, 2020

"You were running [the race] well; who has interfered and prevented you from obeying the truth? This [deceptive] persuasion is not from Him who called you [to freedom in Christ]. A...

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Chocolate bars full of nougat and peanuts,
Sour gummies that get stuck in teeth, 
Chalky fruit-flavored tablets,
Things coated in colorful candy shells,
With metallic wrappers I constantly hear crinkle, 
Covering an entire square foot of countertop. 
The...

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Fielschgenuss erster Gute
They spoke of her as a bedswerver
words that only made it more difficult to
understand why I had become privy
to these conversation.
The Harrows and Quick Hitches were
new and unused. The flail mower
and adapters were...

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Prayer's positive potential is not as substitute for planning.

Prayer might be a prelude to planning,
and might be an appropriate postlude
to fully implemented plans,
whether psalm of gratitude
or requiem of remorse
depending on healthy and pathological outcomes.

Even better,
some...

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Written: May 5th, 2025, for contest by Brian Strand

Painting by Peter Doig. A concise abstract on Abbey Road and its pivotal moment.   He subsequently produced outstanding music.   His music resembled pleasant...

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Luscious Love


Sweet serene surrender, your love a heaven splendor
In all that is tender, I’ll be the receiver, you the sender
Your love hath no bounds, with sensuous savory sounds
Your cherished heart compounds, within my soul surrounds

In...

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