December 2015
Joseph Dorazio
doraziopoetry@gmail.com
doraziopoetry@gmail.com
A long time lover of poetry, I didn't start writing my own words until 2007, and haven't looked back since. It's been a blast! I'm the author of four volumes of verse. My latest collection of miniature poems, No Small Effort, is under production by Aldrich Press, and should be available by the end of the year. Readers can learn more about my art by visiting my webiste: www.josephdorazio.com
Eggplant
White or green
or aubergine
you're known by
several names.
In India, brinjal.
Italians call you
mela insana
and eat you
parmigiana.
Food for Thought
His disciples
were hungry for
the truth, when
Vishnu saw
the vichyssoise
on the wall.
Avocado Love
Are you craving
something fresh?
Want to take me
in your mouth, taste
my creamy flesh?
Your friends insist
swallowing is good
for you—good fat;
a heart-healthy
aphrodisiac, your
Aztec prince, ahuacatl.
Mamasita, I get-off
when you stroke me,
pluck my fruit,
gush guacamole!
Beet
Heaven may have its diamonds
but the loam is yours alone,
ruby rhizome, rain a cold borscht.
Crimson seeping, sweet
is your revenge, stigmata root,
staining acolytes red.
(“Beet” saw first publication in Cider Press Review.)
Chef Lobster
for Linda
Dinner’s on.
You look like
this red fellow:
all claw: oven mitts
always preceding you.
Preheat to Crustacean age.
Bring to a boil. Whisk.
Gracefully ladle
the bisque.
©2015 Joseph Dorazio