A 'Badger's Hexastitch' poem acorns plant litter yields carbohydrates platter tantalizing bouquet autumnal eats ice cream Tanka Tuesday For Tanka Tuesday, Colleen encourages each of us to take this 'Spirit Animal Quiz' and then compose syllabic poems about our respective spirit animals. Apparently, my spirit animal is a deer, and acorns are known as the… Continue reading Acorns, or: Ice cream
A limerick Zeus refused to share his peppers (that welch!) But no gods argued (for fear they'd get squelched). ... Down below, all the mortals Shut and bolted their portals, For the skies turned red when great Zeus belched. What do you see (#WDYS) prompt #178 This week, Sadje offers us this image by Johannes… Continue reading Egads! or: King of the Mountain
A Choka just "a friendly chat" an impossibility given your wholly uncompromising sense of deeply self-righteous (false) monopoly on truth *coff* ... could you please pass those savory crisp garlic- roasted brussels sprouts perfect in small quantities for intense pungent bouquet Choka? The most intricate Japanese Poetry form is the Choka, or Long Poem. The… Continue reading Pungent bouquet, or: Just a friendly chat
As some of my WP-friends have noted, my birthday was last week; I turned 43-years-old. 👴🏼 Anyway, I'm not much into celebrating my birthday, but I consider it important to do so for my daughter's sake; and we decided to go out for a late brunch on Friday to a local café that specializes in… Continue reading Turning 120
A shadorma unhealthy categorizes every food Papa made including the matzah brie that I so adored Passover was the sizzling hiss of hot oil on the stove crisp matzah, eggs, and hotdogs steaming on our plates mayonnaise was Papa's go-to condiment an Eastern European norm, I guess simple but perfect it's funny (I don't mean… Continue reading Of hot oil, or: The stove
A haibun soup smells circulate steamy October skylight clouds obscure crescent My seven-year-old daughter is not inherently opposed to healthy food, but there exists a very small subset of healthy foods that she is willing to eat without creating a fuss. One is a salmon vegetable soup that my wife makes, which leaves our daughter… Continue reading Soup smells, or: October skylight
Pronunciation mess Word sauce Соус ➜ soh-oos My own ingredients ferment Betray identities Sharpen distinctions Burn my tongue Соул ➜ soh-ool I'm bottled, jarred Spilled out onto the Shattered shards of broken empires Soh-ool music swallows Mispronunciations mine Add flavor Thicken the soh-oos with Some plot d'Verse poetics: What’s bubbling? At d'Verse, writers were encouraged… Continue reading Соус, or: Соул
In spite of an unusually warm delay, autumn arrived with a chilly bluster, and Mrs. Pomeroy quickly moved her non-hardy citrus trees indoors, away from the dropping nighttime temperatures. However disappointed, Buttercup knew not to waste time bemoaning the absence of her beloved mandarins; she needed a viable energy source to get through winter. Minutes… Continue reading An unusually chilly bluster
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