BEGINNING

The counters are still emptyThe cold floor is still cleanThe sky is still grey – The furnace wakessputtering and clanging as steam builds up. I set the coffee to percolate flour the counterfor the brioche dough prepared last night to be kneaded and braidedand tucked in the pansfor one final rise. Light spreads on the

CLOUDS PASSING BY

            According to superstition, a child would not grow if he laid on the ground and let a cloud cross over him. That did not bother my cousins and I when, during our summer reunions, we would watch clouds while lying down on the spiky grass covering our grandparent’s yard.

DVERSE FEATURE

  This is to say “Thank You, DVerse” and “Thank You, Laurie” for featuring me in the Pub’s Pretzel’s and Bullfights Edition.  I am quite honored to say the least.  It is a blogging milestone for me.  Friends, in case you are interested to read the interview, please click this link. 🙂  http://dversepoets.com/2014/09/08/pretzels-bullfights-spotlights-imelda-de-castro-santore/  

DREAM GATHERER

I am the handmaid of your dreams I string them together like a garland of stars and drape them on the moon that they will shine bright even in the dark of night. Come, arise from your sleep stretch out your arms take a hold of your dreams then wear them on your head like