Category: food/cooking
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Chef Potato head
Water the eyes of one potato and they will reveal fields of possibilities Cut, slice or dice – French, hash, cottage, mashed, scalloped, baked, fried or au gratin style In an oven, fried, grilled or boiled smothered in cheese served with love 10-14-20
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Window sill tomatoes
Before autumn killed the last tomatoes on the vine mom would gather in the not-quite-ripe and green set them on her kitchen window sill. She would rotate them everyday until they were ripe enough to eat, but some rebelled against her best intentions, bruised and rotted in the sun and stained the painted sill. 10-13-20
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hillside morning haiku
ground hog on wood pile red-tailed hawk perched in dead tree food channel network 9-17-20
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a poem for G.K. Chesterton
Relaxing in the dark the moon appears luminous in the trees above my yard. I wonder who started the rumor about the moon being made of green cheese, when clearly it is Havarti curd. I savor a bite of extra sharp New York style cheddar cheese and say, the next slice is for you, Mr.…
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For those who know
Poetry does not need to be long and convoluted to reveal a truth that you have always known, but had not put in words- let me demonstrate: Bacon, how, warm or cold, good. 8-22-20
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For Riva’s Franma
I’ve inhaled the last third of my half of low country blueberry pie Licked my fingers the four pronged fork and fed squirrels the crust With sugared lips and purple poop I return sated to ketosis 8-6-20
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Birds like sticks of dynamite
birds like sticks of dynamite circle a ship in the bay while he plants fruit trees amongst gallows on the hill birds return to roost as ship sails north into the sea sweet juice lingers on lips drips upon their chins 7-28-20
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Fried hotdogs
Fried hot dogs split down the middle Yellow mustard on a plate green olives straight from the jar This is not health food or a recipe from Southern Living This is childhood memories hot summer days on the end of a fork You can savor and burp in the middle of the night 7-2-20
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Out of Minnesota
Richard Attenborough narrates another documentary A pride of lions singles out a member of the herd You feel empathy for the hunted held by the neck bleating until limp and dead Torn apart on screen The camera turns Cream-colored lions with their cubs in the sun bellies full King of the Serengeti admires his children…
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Foraging the forest during the pandemic
Each morning, when the red-crested woodpecker calls out, again and again and again he puffs his chest goes tchurrrrrr-charr-charr-charr tchurrrrr-charr-charr-charr-chiiirl….. In the debris of the forest floor morels spring up like yachts and private jets feeding on corporate welfare rot Senate scattered for Wall Street handlers In mossy rust-belt northern woods we call them peckerheads…
My husband's poetry 