Tuesday Poem: ‘Bringing to Boil’ by Sam Rasnake

Bringing to Boil

This morning, mid-September,
the rooms of my house asleep,
I’m reading Ecstatic Occasions,
Expedient Forms, drinking coffee
from the mug Mary gave me –
a perfect heavy to my hand –
glancing out my door, looking
for something hidden, maybe,
something careless. I spoon
jelly over a halved piece of toast
left from last night’s supper.
The sweetness of the grape
in my mouth – but there’s an edge
of sour, and that’s the beauty
of my Mother coming through –
in the swill of her kitchen,
in the heat of her stove,
such a clash of disparate things,
such a rumble of the smooth.

copyright Sam Rasnake. Posted with permission from the poet.

This poem is Part 3 of a larger work, Appalachian Silence among the Dark Selves, first published in Necessary Fiction.  I post it with permission by my friend and colleague, Sam Rasnake, and I share it as a tribute to his mother, who passed away earlier this month.


More about Sam Rasnake:

Sam guitarRasnake’s works, receiving five nominations for the Pushcart Prize, have appeared in The Southern Poetry AnthologyMiPOesias Companion 2012, Best of the Web 2009LUMMOX 2012, BOXCAR Poetry Review Anthology 2 and Dogzplot Flash Fiction 2011. He is the author of Necessary Motions (Sow’s Ear Press) and Lessons in Morphology (GOSS183). He is at work on a six-part poetry series – Tales of Brave Ulysses, which include so far: Religions of the Blood (Pudding House Press), Inside a Broken Clock (Finishing Line Press), and Cinéma Vérité (A-Minor Press).



Thank you, Sam, for sharing your words.



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