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#2 in the Poetry Potluck Series, celebrating National Poetry Month 2011. 


It's April, April, April!

What better 'first poet' for our Poetry Month celebration than one who's named, "April"? The always exuberant April Halprin Wayland, whose personal tagline is "1/2 poet, 1/2 author, 1/2 not good at fractions," brings her own special brand of energy and expansiveness to everything she does, whether writing, teaching, storytelling, fiddle playing, doodling, sun farming, hiking, campaigning for peace or collecting clouds. Her fascinating, adventure-filled life has provided oodles of inspiration for poems and stories, and her sunny outlook has certainly brightened up the alphabet soup kitchen. We thank her for kicking things off!

April: Poetry is a place where I clear the brush, rake the leaves, plant some violets, drag in an old log to sit on. Readers may not see the same things I see, or think the same things I was thinking when I wrote the poem, but they can sit next to me and breathe in the violets.

My book, GIRL COMING IN FOR A LANDING: A Novel in Poems (Knopf), based on my journals as a teen, is about a teen who writes poetry in secret; it includes tips to teen writers at the end. One poem is about waffles . . . and writing:

by April Halprin Wayland

The T.V. talks in the other room,
the ironing board stands, hands on hips,
in the middle of Great Aunt Ida's kitchen
and I sit on the burgundy booth in my p.j.s as
Great Aunt Ida makes waffles.

I love pouring batter onto the waffle iron.
It's like writing poems --
from puddles to patterns.

If I stare at the black light
willing it to warm to red,
it takes forever.

Just like writing. Sometimes I have to
not write
in order to write.

So I slide around
the vinyl booth seat
to look out her second story window
at the birds.

I am waiting
for waffles.

© 2004 April Halprin Wayland, all rights reserved.

Apparently, Myra Cohn Livingston was the one who suggested April write a collection of poems in the teen voice, and April says doing so set her free. Love that! And isn't it so true about sometimes having to "not write" in order to write?

April: When my sister and I slept over at Grandma's we'd make waffles. I remember her heavy waffle maker and the waiting, waiting, waiting for that red eye to light up. I think the waiting made them taste better. Yum! I wish I could say that Grandma used this Lemon Waffle recipe. But the truth is that after I wrote this poem, I searched for a good waffle recipe that did not use sugar (I don't eat sugar), and found this wonderful one on a bed and breakfast site. (I love making pancakes with it, actually --)

I wrote the owners of the B&B, asking for permission to use the recipe; they were very kind, saying it was freely given to them and to pass it on -- so I have!

Behold perfect Meyer lemon specimen from April's tree!

Here in Southern California our lemon tree is overflowing with fragrant Meyer lemons. Meyer lemons have thin skins and are milder and sweeter than most lemons.

(serves 4)

4 eggs, separated

3 tablespoons honey

1 cup milk

2 teaspoons fresh lemon juice

2 tablespoons grated lemon zest

1/4 cup butter, melted and cooled

1 cup flour 

In a medium bowl, beat egg yolks with the honey. Blend in the lemon juice, lemon zest, and butter, beating well. Blend in the milk and flour alternately. Beat egg whites until stiff and fold into batter. Bake in prepared waffle iron until golden brown. 

This batter can also be used to make lovely, light pancakes.

Jama's note: Len and I really enjoyed these -- light as lemony clouds, a delicate flavor, and no refined sugar. Definitely worth waiting for! ☺


April Halprin Wayland is a farmer turned folk musician turned author. Her newest picture book, NEW YEAR AT THE PIER: A Rosh Hashanah Story (Dial, 2010), won the Sydney Taylor Gold Medal awarded by the Association of Jewish Libraries. April's work has been called "dazzling," "honest, heartfelt, poignant," and "utterly fresh and winning." Her critically acclaimed novel in poems, Girl Coming in for a Landing (Yearling, 2004), her picture books, and her poetry have garnered numerous awards, including the Lee Bennett Hopkins Honor Award for Children's Poetry, the Myra Cohn Livingston Award for Poetry, and MommyCare's Book of the Year.

She's been an instructor in UCLA Extension's Writers Program for over a decade and teaches workshops in schools all over the world. You can find her online at her
official website and the Teaching Authors blog. Don't forget to check out April's Poem-a-Day Challenge poems throughout the month here. I especially love that whenever a member of her family has a birthday, April writes "Happy Birthday" in raisins in the kitchen, and she's the only poet I know who once wrote "I Love You" in ketchup on a dinner plate. ♥

♥ More 2011 Poetry Potluck posts here. Lots of time to enter my
Poetry Book Giveaway!

Click here for a full list of Poetry Month Events at Kidlitosphere Central.

Copyright © 2011 Jama Rattigan of jama rattigan's alphabet soup. All rights reserved.


( 12 comments — Leave a comment )
Apr. 5th, 2011 07:48 pm (UTC)
thank you!
O my, Jama--you are so good at putting all the info together into a fun package--thanks so much--I'm so honored to be here!
Apr. 6th, 2011 11:56 am (UTC)
Re: thank you!
Thanks for the delicious poems and waffles, April -- I love your drawing too :).
Apr. 5th, 2011 09:16 pm (UTC)
tanita says:
Man, don't I know ALL about waiting for waffles. What a lovely, fresh, crunchy metaphor about writing. I shall think of that as I wiggle in my office chair and look out the window, that something good and piping hot will be coming to nourish me soon...

Apr. 6th, 2011 11:59 am (UTC)
Re: tanita says:
LOL -- Have fun wiggling in your office chair (don't hurt yourself).
Apr. 5th, 2011 09:39 pm (UTC)
Sometimes, here in Brazil, when we are out of maple syrup (which must be imported in a suitcase from the US) we use chocolate topping and whipped cream, which I am sure is chock-full of refined sugar, but we beg forgiveness and do it anyway for the love of waffles. :)
Apr. 6th, 2011 12:00 pm (UTC)
Oh, chocolate and whipped cream on waffles? Positively decadent! We'll try not to feel too sorry for you running out of maple syrup :).
Apr. 6th, 2011 02:05 am (UTC)
Oh, it IS like waiting for waffles! What a scrumptious metaphor. April's joyful spirit shines forth in her drawings, her poems, and even her plates! What a fun post. Thank you to you both. A.
Apr. 6th, 2011 05:37 am (UTC)
A poem and a treasure of a poet well worth waiting for. And now I need to put in a request for waffles....maybe for dinner tomorrow night.

Thanks for sticking with the difficulties of LJ to bring us your yummy potluck.
Apr. 6th, 2011 12:03 pm (UTC)
I envy your being able to put in a request! Remember -- your husband is welcome to come here and cook for us anytime :).

Keeping my fingers crossed about LJ. You never know from minute to minute when the site is going down.
Apr. 6th, 2011 12:02 pm (UTC)
Yes, precisely! A joyful spirit. Such an honor and delight to have her join us this month :).
Apr. 7th, 2011 02:39 am (UTC)
April ~ Love the image of the ironing board, with hands on hips, in the middle of Aunt Ida's kitchen, waiting for waffles. And adding lemon sounds like a nice twist. I don't have a waffle maker, but I think I might try it in pancakes...suspect it won't be the same.
Apr. 8th, 2011 01:21 am (UTC)
The other thing about waffles is that they come out of the iron one at a time, unlike pancakes that can be griddled in rows like matching French schoolgirls--in my experience, waffles are somehow more singular. Is that true about poems, somehow, too?
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