A good friend of mine recently sent me a book of poetry and prose by Oklahoma author Nathan Brown, Letters to the One-Armed Poet: A Memoir of Friendship, Loss, and Butternut Squash Ravioli. Leading up to February’s Broken Bread Café theme of healing this was a well-timed package to arrive at my door. The book is a really great read, and I recommend it to anyone who enjoys sharing time with friends over a table of favorite foods. I must put out a fair warning, this book does deal with the heart wrenching pain of loss, but ultimately it is a journey of healing. I have included a link to Nathan Brown’s website where you can find this book and others.
White or Wheat
on bread from county line
Only five disciples made it to the last of
the lost suppers to be held in the home
state. But the group was so right for the
part – a tiny crew of the great ladies of Oklahoma poetry
who’d loved you, supported you, published you , and mourned
you deeply.
The loaf came in thick slices…half white…haft wheat. And,
as you would know, a loaf that goes both ways made this
bunch feel right at home. We passed the basket around to
each disciple, broke and buttered our bread, and then…
someone raised a cup.
We all followed.
And in a hush uncharacteristic of these reveling bandits and
literary thieves we intoned
“For Jim”
One cup bled wit the deep maroon of pinot noir. One bottle
held the harvest of amber ale. And one glass required iced tea
with a slice a lemon because the blood of the sacrifice-
namely Chivas Regal Scotch – had been a bit rough on the
system in her earlier years.
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The Eucharist is what it is.
If Jesus had been a songwriter,
he’d’ve served pretzels and whiskey
If he’d been a Baptist…
dry toast and grape juice.
But whatever bread we break…
and whichever cup we take…
we do it in love
and rememberance.