Tuesday, January 31, 2012


Sometimes at night I feel alone.

So I bake for the hum of the oven.

I scrawl my love into dough and watch it carefully rise. ..

and I can't explain from where this feeling comes but it feels good to bake my own bread.

It's too late now for poetry my love, so I'll give you dough instead.

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Wanda..... said...

The smell of fresh baked bread is like poetry...good for the soul.

Today, I'm making whole wheat bread, but with a bread machine instead...not as picturesque, as kneading it yourself.

Southern Gal said...

There is poetry in your breadmaking.
You have the gift of making poetry out of anything.

Ostriches Look Funny said...

dude, pass some my way!
Glad you're back. It's nice to get some dough from you after all this time.

Cezanne said...


Beth said...

So whatcha makin' outta that dough? I'm in the mood for a big, salty pretzel, okay?

Loved the simplicity of your thoughts and the images you painted with your words! Great post!

Barb said...

Hello Alexis, I often think of you, and now I'll also be thinking of the little ones eating fresh bread baked with love. Good to hear from you. I hope you are all well.

deb colarossi said...


Just perfect.

emily wierenga said...

alexis. your poetry always blows me away, girl. you bake, for the hum of the oven, to still the loneliness... i get this. i do. i lit a candle tonight to keep me company while my husband is out playing hockey. when i read that imperfect prose on thursdays has kept you writing, i felt so honored and i wanted to say, "forget it--i'll keep doing it!" ... but i need to stop for awhile. please know, i would continue it, just for you friend. you've become so dear to me. please stay in touch, yes? and please keep writing. you're so very good at it. e.

Carrie Burtt said...

A wonderful gift indeed!! Sounds wonderful! :-)

journeytoepiphany said...

This is so beautiful! I love to make bread. It makes me feel....industrious and virtuous. And it brings turns something practical into poetry.

Annie said...

Hi Alexis,
I love the simplicity of this poem, and the fact it conveys so much more than the few words.

emily wierenga said...

i love you, friend. xo