dessert
dessert for the poet
as she walks rue saint-denis in montréal
is a mamie clafoutis oh mon dieu croissant,
a classic flaky buttery french pastry
filled with a substantial core
of rich chocolate ganache,
drizzled with dark chocolate and dusted
with confectioner’s sugar.
dessert for the poet
as she listens to an audio novel while she walks
her own massachusetts neighborhood
is the italian word fermata,
a word new to her that might never have caught her ear
had she not had a nearly finished draft of a poem
awaiting final tweaks for which fermata becomes
its oh mon dieu croissant!
—dotty seiter
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⬇️ GUEST ART! ⬇️

She Used Her Words to Fully Inhabit the ART
Lola Jovan
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Notes about poem and art:
My poem and Lola’s art above offer a partial view of Question Exchange Part 4 of our five-part collaboration. Take yourself to Lola’s blog for the details and the question prompts behind today’s post AND to be dazzled once again by her expressive art and the symbiosis of her art and writing. Her painting, “She Used Her Words to Fully Inhabit the ART,” and her accompanying commentary really resonated with me.


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