Poetry — August 4, 2011 13:00 — 1 Comment

Glee – C. David Scronce

He grazes through his recipes,
A boy kicking leaves,
Saying lemon cream puffs,
Raspberries in champagne gelée;
Look at the cakes! It’s useless

Against this campaign
To try to read the life of Death
While he says Fuji apple cake
Or I saved Verdi’s gnocchi.

Bio:

David Scronce is the author of the chapbook, Letters to Liam (Red Berry Editions, 2009). He lives in San Francisco with his partner Bill, an excellent cook. David’s poems have appeared in several journals including 5AM, Confrontation, Hayden’s Ferry Review, and Rhino. This season, his poems will appear in such diverse literary landscapes as Bayou, Spillway, and Permafrost. David’s strongest memory of Seattle, from a visit in the ‘70’s, is seeing little crabs conquering the rocky shore of Bainbridge Island.

One Comment

  1. Sandy Haire says:
    August 9, 2011 at 9:15 am

    David is a long time friend and his book, Letters to Liam was fabulous. This is another example of his wonderful creativity and charm. His poetry creates images that no artist could replicate but that soar in our imagination. Thanks David. You area amazing.

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What am I?

Bioluminescent eye
That sees by the shine
Of its own light. Lies

Blind me. I am the seventh human sense
And my stepchild,
Consequence;

Scientists can't find me.

Januswise I make us men;
Glamour
Was my image then—

Remind me:

The awful fall up off all fours
From the forest
To the hours…

Tick, Tock: Divine me.

-- Richard Kenney

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