the night before xmas – work version

‘Twas two weeks before Christmas, when throughout the workplace
Not a creature was pausing in the pre-holiday phase.

We donned our dark suits and polished our brogues
“A Christmas themed tie? Or something in vogue?”
All to prepare for the annual staff meet
Before which the year would not be complete.Read More »

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all my breads – by king arthur, miller

soft, gentle, shy
the grey pastel
of the hour before daybreak –
rye.
colour creeps in
a quiet blue tint
so faint, it apologised.
its strength holds up half my starter
equals with wheat
but it soon drowns
in a tide of teig
of louder flours.
having bloomed, now fades
as the backdrop, unseen
as the foundation of
all my breads
since last july.