My husband's poetry

Category: food/cooking

  • a la carte

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    In the pine that leans over water’s edge grey blue heron spreads wings; a huge leaf that drifts to ground near shore. Preens feathers coils neck and reads the menu. A quarter way around the table it becomes shoreline. Legs move silent body leans coiled neck recalibrates. SNAP! Head plunges wings spread brown frog in…

  • haiku for fallen pears

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    under the pear tree lie half-eaten fruit…..above chatter fat squirrels 6-13-21

  • Stale wonder bread

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    a whirlwind descended from clouds, gathered up the geese and all their babies, carried them up to where I do not know. Geese lovers prayed for a miracle, dumped offerings along the shore, Wonder Bread grew into a mighty mountain. Wild hogs came, feasted on the mountain, trampled neighbors’ yards and chased kids up trees.…

  • Born day keto quatrain

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    red stevia strawberry jam round waffle, square grid spiced, coconut flour confection ginger, mint tea chaser 5-18-21

  • Spilled milk

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    I’ve never cried over spilled milk, but I’ve cursed a few times and once when I spilled the last milk In the house, I used water and hated myself for ruining a perfectly good bowl of Cocoa Puffs. 3-27-21

  • Diary from solitaire

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    Think these bars…..pillars Live in a plantation mansion Lie about all day No one interrupts your reveries Clean clothes and linen You promenade the halls Guards serve you hand and foot Cuisine in need of a better chef 3-18-21 *note from wife: no idea what tags to put w/ this one

  • Strong coffee

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    You ask yourself if fresh feta From a vacuum packed container Bought at Trader Joe’s, Tastes as good as feta You remember from Greek town Chicago. Pungent bricks pulled From briney bucket sea. New sensation on your tongue Next to gyro and potatoes. Your waitress brings a smile, Baklava, a cup of thick coffee, An…

  • pressed cider

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    Mom had a friend from church who had a friend who had a cousin who sold fresh pressed cider in gallon jars at the end of his lane along the river road; she would buy a jug or two for cold evenings for a hot drink while watching Lawrence Welk. One weekend, she sent me…

  • slow cooker

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    the last cricket played his bow I wondered if he knew night would bring a killing cold the moon was full and large but I did not stay outside to watch it wake and rise dinner simmers in the kitchen I read, ‘After Ruben’ by Francisco Aragon I smell it from my chair 12-1-20

  • rain check

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    Thanksgiving Day rain, lone bird sings in woods Siren calls in distance Watch out! We’re coming through! Everyone is staying home Empty seats in the living room Be safe, be healthy, be happy Thanksgiving Day rain drips from trees COVID canceled traditions Family gatherings on Zoom Family recipes homogenized and fortified 19th century dashes and…