Category: food/cooking
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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…
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no anesthesia
Spiraled black-speckled flypaper waves in the wind from the porch For family summer picnic fun on the farm flies trapped in glue, struggle till they die Chickens, a pig and a cow are slaughtered deviled eggs, tomatoes and green beans prepared Rocky mountain oysters sit fried in a bowl on the table Harvested from ball…
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Waking From Dreaming with a Stream of Consciousness Prose Poem Stuck in My Head that I Scribbled Down in the Dark on a Notebook I Keep on a Table by the Bed for Those Nights When I Wake with a Stream of Consciousness Prose Poem Stuck in My Head
Yesterday, I ate the last garlic stuffed olive in the jar and wondered if they make some mixed drink with garlic stuffed olives, but it sounds gross, but I don’t drink alcohol and maybe it would make a great martini and I think back to summers, as a kid and my sisters and I would…
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Tombo tanka
skims above water flits in and out of sunlight seeks for love or food summer’s iridescent djinn our lily frond faerie muse 4-22-20
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gift
Gift of pancakes and hash Healing communion With a side of bacon Recount the madding snubs Let it out and be warmed Steaming mug of coffee Publishing can be an Endless clusterfuck 1-25-20 *title by wife
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the chicken sandwich war
Having to watch an ad for a chicken sandwich before I could see a news report about the attack on a U.S. Military base in Kenya where four humans hated us enough to die and go to heaven – is an appetite suppressant I don’t know where all of this killing will lead us But…
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Dreaming the night before the night before Christmas
I dreamed I was trying to wake from a dream within a dream and every dream I dreamed led into another dream and I could not wake up I dreamed I met an old friend who I did not know but he knew me I dreamed that I was in a custom coffee store tasting…
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Chatting at Pump #7
While pumping gas on a cold evening a man appears out of no where on gas pump TV. He starts up a conversation, offers me any size drink in a Polar Cup that’s guaranteed to keep my drink colder longer for only seventy-nine cents. I mutter who wants a cold drink on a cold day?…
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