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Sunday, October 23, 2016


be kind life is short

Americans open potty mouth 
Elections bring out worst 
unfriend them on Facebook, but
eat their homemade cookies;
but curse their mother-
 your freedom words online
let loose your filter. 
Century wood stove flings
burning shit on their name.

Car cut you off Nürburgring?
Hail horn, pull out a 22 bought
from rude Cabela's clerk.
You said "go fuck hell."
Okay, your grammar faults,
ask for a case for the gun 
because you're entitled.
Clerk goes home hungry from his
minimum wage job.

Dog on internet snuggles a baby, 
makes tears come out; but a child 
flooded, homeless, kidnapped, 
orphaned by bombs...
skepticism stops you from typing, 
"What do you need?
Give 50 cents to corrupt Red Cross.
Why ?

Dog has a heart.
Your core has love let it out,
empathy grows aching,
no-one taught chase 
a ball with 'fever love:
clean water, education, safe.
You know answers
 ready to show,
not cop out, say, "I'm
voting and reading words," 
because every step
 we Must ask:

Friday, October 14, 2016

Golden Retriever Smile Recipe

 Smile recipe:
1 dog
1 ball
1 lake

watch her swim
 water shakes off
wild laughter.

Caroline Gerardo October 2016 copyrights reserved

Saturday, October 8, 2016

Fall Simmer

I love Fall
Simmer garlic, onions, peppers and squash...
Vegetables picked before I let the chickens out at dawn.
Shush don't point to poultry there's feed in the lower garden.
You'll find it strange if I tell the names of the chooks.
Dixie is a speckled Sussex. She's first. 
Dixie leads a chick band, though she isn't the largest or a rooster. 
Dixie is the daughter of my neighbor's male from his rogue visit.

Yesterday I picked the last pumpkins up from the raised beds, 
they stand guard outside the front gate. 
Chickens will eat pumpkins before Halloween if inside.

Last night coyotes yelped and hollered at three A.M. 
With mag flashlight in hand, 
I went out to have a meeting with them.
They know I have a shotgun.
"Want me to drive down to the barn and settle this?" I yell.
They gather, silent. No snickers about my nightgown.
Answer came from Dr's barn in the canyon where 
puppies cry and the big dogs growl.
Ursula Major and Minor point towards
solar lights in the valley below. 
Glow shares from stars to crescent moon,
platinum against a cloudless dome.
Coyotes look up with me in that moment.
The pack's paws crunch on ash leaves,
scattered on rocks, now become softer.
Coy wolves leave without argument. 
"Try luck with bucks grazing in the oak grove," 
I whisper to their long gone tails. 

Copyright October 8 2016 Caroline Gerardo
3 garlic cloves cut very fine
1 whole onion (type you have) chopped well
1 bell pepper chopped up (more coarse than the first two)
1 carrot chopped fine
saute above in cheap olive oil on medium about a tablespoon of oil
1 cup chopped squash - you pick the type - but peel it
add squash to saute and cook a minute
add 2 cups vegetable stock or chicken stock (don't tell my chickens about the stock)
tablespoon thyme leaves yes not teaspoon
1/2 teaspoon oregano
tiny sea salt to taste start with 1/4 teaspoon depending if stock is salted then none
tablespoon of soy sauce
hot peppers to taste (this amount and type up to YOU)
Allow to simmer
do you have a hot soup blender? use it to cream half the soup
You don't have a soup blender then use your fork best you can
If you like creamy add 1/2 cup greek nonfat yogurt at the end just as you serve
slice basil in threads and place about a tablespoon on top
Yummy soup is ready
Happy #NationalFarmDay

My neighbor's pen


Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Fly Fishing Artist

Ode to Michael Brewster

All days in and near water.
Met Master Fly Fisher Man eighteen years past. 
This famous fly tier and angler became a teacher.
Create Ginger Quill, Gold ribbed hare's ear 
and pale morning dun of string. 
He taught casting, conservancy and cooking.  
Lessons share different by students:
forever one in nature;
become conservationists;
catch and release; 
or saute salmon on open fire.
Rare Apache trout braves the life of an artist.

Michael taught connection with nature.
He showed courage.

Dressing flies: a silly life,
think what you will;
I swim with steel head.
Grateful to use my gills.

Thank You Michael Brewster
Rest in Peace. 
September 27, 2016 
copyright Caroline Gerardo for words, images and video





Monday, September 26, 2016

Little Lakes Poem and Videos


Little Lakes Flyfishing

Slabs of Kimberlite press ribbon of quartz.
Ultramafic rock lines bridge over Little Lakes.
Volcanic eruptions formed hidden diamonds, as
lovers under covers, puppy streams between
dogs like water get into fissures.

Tie flies before Rock Creek hike.
Mosquito Flats creates feed for trout. 
Every minute of climb a new pool:
Marsh Lake, Heart Lake, Box and Long Lakes
Early Explorer sans poetic imagination rule.
Climb faster than Big Horn sheep - jewels are yours.
Ruby and Gem Lake side trips deliver glacier schools
Swim with Paiutes and tourists but for
heaven's sake don't scare the fish.


Puppy swimming back in Little Lakes



examine for Golden Trout




Caroline Gerardo September 2016 copyrights 
for poem, video and photographs are mine.