Simple Pleasures

“I say let the world go to hell, but I should always have my tea.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from Underground

IN A WORLD GONE MAD …

…we still have civilities: morning coffee, afternoon tea and poetry.

Welcome to a  celebration of simple pleasures featured here along with book reviews, author interviews, tasty recipes and photographs of gardens, trees, flowers and the occasional winged creature. My hope is that when you visit Coffee, Tea and Poetry, you’ll remember to take a breath, make yourself a cup of coffee or tea and settle in. Take a step away from news, chores, duties and the often devastating disruptions of the world. 

It has always seemed to me that poetry and culinary arts are companionable practices. I love to write in the kitchen, to sip my way through the lyrical while fresh tomatoes are melting into ragù or yeasty bread dough is rising. I’ve wanted to combine these pleasures for my own joy and that of others, and thus was Coffee, Tea and Poetry born. Come visit often and let me know what you think and what you’d like to see here. At this writing, the site is still in process. I hope you’ll bear with me and stick with me through the growing pains.

Thank you for your visit. I hope you’ll come often and  I wish for you the very best in life, the courage to meet its challenges and the wisdom to recognize its gifts, even when they come in disguise  

Jamie Dedes 

The lovely tea set above if from Gracie China by Coastline Imports Porcelain 3-Piece Tea Set for One, Blue/Violet


Hello World!

This site is under construction. Bare with me and do come again.

Warmly,

Jamie Dedes
“The Poet by Day”


1997 Massimo Romeo Estates DOC Vin Santo di Montepulciano 375 mL Wine into which you might dip a biscotto

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81RAX2Rk3jL._SY679_The Gentleman of the Bocce Court

that other time and other place are history –
so too the gentleman of the bocce court

i am seven, this is part of my world

the men play bocce of an afternoon
while the women sip vin santo
and savor the nutty taste of a
biscotto before a nap, then time
to start dinner, set the table

my friend’s grandfather, Pop-Pop,
the yellow man, i think of him,
jaundiced skin, yellow teeth,
fingers stained with nicotine . . .
he’s the neighborhood champ

and heat rising from the ground,
the grass growing as fulvous as
Pop-Pop, he throws the pallino –
it’s like summer always is here
heat, sweat, and bocce ball …

the one they call il Signore taunts,
mean and rude, he swears at Pop-Pop –
no matter, we know who is best,
better than anyone; yet little girls
say nothing, steering clear of
il Signore, a.k.a. Frankie Fists

© 2016, poem. Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved

Photo: Biscotti and Vin Santo, public doman; Cartoon courtesy of PD Clipart

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