A Cookin’ Song

Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo
Cause tonight I’m gonna see my ma cher amio…”

These are lyrics from the song Jambalaya (On the Bayou) by Hank Williams. I don’t think I’ve ever tasted  much less cooked Jambalaya, however growing up in a household where early “cowboy” now called country music was played all the time – I know the words but never really savored the dish. In honor of Fat Tuesday (yesterday), I decided to try my hand at an easy east coast version on what I’m calling Leftover or Procrastinator’s Wednesday. Somehow I think that it probably tastes better on a sticky-heat lazy-alligator bayou with guitars twanging in the background, rather than at a snowy NJ farmhouse, but what the heck – I can still put Hank on in the background and make up my own words…


“Jambalaya, tomato pie and white wine cocktails
Cause for lunch I’m going to eat like a Jersey cowgirl…”


Fat Tuesday
trying to make and spell


reading the lyrics for the first time I taste the spice


bayou and backwater
the difference
in poetics



NaHaiWriMo #28

Last day of National Haiku Writers’ Month.

I have not reviewed what I wrote over this past frigid month, but I know that the extreme cold and snow were featured extensively. Some haiku are good, some so-so and others not-so, however I managed to write about some part of each day during February and January with as much poetic spell as I could muster. For my last haiku, I would like to dedicate it to a wonderful haiku writer/editor/publisher and teacher. He coined the phrase “poetic spell” and was a strong, although faraway (over an ocean) voice, who helped me grow my poetry. Martin Lucas passed away into the great poetic spell last year. His wisdom, common sense and poetry are greatly missed and remembered with affection and gratitude. Martin was an avid birder as well as poet and nature lover.


snow on the dunes nesting sites emerge from a cloudless sky

for Martin


ag ~ 2015