By John Goodie I had to witness death today No, not just any death, but that of my best friend, a selfless, comforting soul The soul of an Angel she had You could tell it by her tail and the licking of toes Or jumps to give a kiss Barkeley, a lab/pit mix I met … Continue reading An Elegy to Barkeley
Tuna Tortellini with Cream
By John Goodie Eli, the main chef in the kitchen at his family-owned Jewish Ghetto restaurant near Rome’s Trastevere neighborhood, heard a ruckus outside when the sous-chef, Jacob, opened the back door to step out for a cigarette. Eli grew up in that Italian-Jewish kitchen, learning to cook with his grandfather and father, easily mastering … Continue reading Tuna Tortellini with Cream
Tarnished Crown
By John Goodie Something stirs within my heart In Times like These When horrors strike. The plague has come To clear the earth. Who knows how long That fire might burn? Will Death snag a glut Of Souls? Who knows how long That we must fear? Or should we Dear? … Continue reading Tarnished Crown
Life Mystery
By John Goodie Can you hear the trees as they grow Or see the bees make combs of honey? Can you touch the thunder of a cloud Or smell the wonder in a child’s fresh mind Can you see when death might visit Or taste the beast when he gets near? Can you smell the … Continue reading Life Mystery
Praedo Maritimus
By John Goodie “One crowded hour of glorious life is worth an age without a name.” - Sir Walter Scott It was a cold night for Arthur Forest, even in the summer. The tears welled up as he climbed into his bed. The distraught paunchy graying writer had been brooding lately on the complete … Continue reading Praedo Maritimus
Mariposa
By John Goodie Gustavo was waiting on a sign, a sign from Heaven, when the golden butterfly with bright blue eye-like markings, fluttered aloft, above his head, three times, and then landed on his shoulder. He was in Barcelona at La Boquería, a large, public fresh market, as popular with the locals as it … Continue reading Mariposa
Poems by John Goodie
Grandma’s Biscuits Flour dust on her wrinkled hands, and apron Silver gray hair pulled into a bun, on top her head Back door open, screen door with a torn screen, lets in flies Spring flowers blooming in the yard, the yellow daisies Honey on the table, butter in the dish, same table Smells of the … Continue reading Poems by John Goodie
Academy of the Heart And Mind 