George T. Mormann

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My Guest Column

Here is my guest column, which is featured in The Herald News today, August the 26th.



A hunk of cheese
is in the fridge.
or provolone,
just white cheddar,
or something fresh
and unknown to
me, some cheese like
Greek Kasseri.
The cheese is white,
angelic, the light of
the fridge casts a
halo in the
wrinkles of its
zip-loc baggie.
This cheese smells ripe
and bears the treads
of another’s
butter knife.
It’s been eaten
before, and was
to eat again.
How good could it
have been? It has
been preserved well,
possibly for
me, and there’s no
date, which worries
my gut less than
my head, so I
put it back in
the fridge, instead
thinking of how
good it could’ve


I’ll be appearing in the guest column of The Herald News on Sunday the 26th. If possible I’ll add a link to the piece I’d written. Since it’s been a few moons since my last post on this barren blogscape of mine, I thought I’d throw this poem I’d jotted down a couple of months back, about a chunk of cheese I had found in my refrigerator. I think it was mozzarella.

Ripple in the Universe

I beat the late night rush
at the White Castle drive-thru
for the first time tonight.
The cashier mistakenly gave me
an extra dollar in change
with my order.
While sitting in the parking
lot, eating my delicious regret,
a vagrant approached my window,
and began her sob story.
She mumbled incoherently
and I waved my hand
to make her disappear.
She did and I continued
my cheap feast of pleasure
as an employee is accused
and that woman dies slowly.

Now my stomach churns and
nothing feels as it should.