Easter

my beach this morning

Dear Darklings,

Welcome to Avril 1 the eggiest day of the year as well as April Fish Day we celebrate in threes eggs with a moon fit to burst still stuck in the trees this cold morning I am baking an angel food cake with real angels and writing and thinking hard purposeful thinking my house is morning-cold just me with a wee fire frogs owls and a purring cat underfoot she follows me from room to room as I measure caster sugar warm my legs at the fire then measure 1 and 3/4 cups cake flour then sit here and type then sift the flour sugar and salt always salt always sifted five times egg whites in the freezer to make my angel rise up with Jesus himself a day of threes egg trinity: woman womb embryo : a fat moon and of course chocolate bunnies. I am happy inside myself. Later I will bake a quiche yet another three with mushrooms romanesco and of course eggs with Pi to spare. I have strawberries macerating in more caster sugar with which to top my angels a splash of blood over their white vestments as angels are always harbingers and not altogether friendly. I wrote a poem already my first April poem. I am in for the long haul 30 poems in 30 days. It is a good way to remember what I love. I  discovered that writing Queer Wing-ed that researching Henry Darger thinking about Henry Darger considering Henry Darger his crimes his passion and his voice has literally changed the way I think about poetry the way I write. I see a new skeleton in my poems a new musculature and an unwillingness to go backward in any way. In the end Henry gave me a brand spanking new courage in my writing practice. Time to go beat the life into my egg whites and get the cake in the cold oven as I was taught by the mama hippies in my life. Love today with rain and a side of cake.