Turning 120

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

Of hot oil, or: The stove

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

Soup smells, or: October skylight

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

Соус, or: Соул

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

An unusually chilly bluster

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

Gourmet beauty, or: A gaze

A 'Dizain' Luscious, thick flavors swirl and stream Marshmallow; she's flushing... so cute Waffles topped with vanilla cream Seeing her lips renders me mute My mind is blank; I taste fresh fruit I cannot tear my gaze away Swallow... mm... mango chardonnay Strawberries tease my tongue anew Her woman's come-hither hips sway She's molten chocolate… Continue reading Gourmet beauty, or: A gaze

Nature, or: Nurture

A 'Bryant' poem Wildebeest migration with trustworthy zebra friends, together; a most natural cooperation in the driest weather Zebras with keen eyesight- side-to-side in opposite directions; with wildebeest hearing and smell at night- this assures protection Two as one congregate; savannas increasingly grow hotter; as zebras stand their guards and navigate, wildebeest seek water Zebra… Continue reading Nature, or: Nurture

Out to lunch, or: Chewing the fat

A limerick Chewing the fat on our date left me with a hunch: I bit my tongue but reasoned: 'This gal's out to lunch.' Convinced there must be some mistake, She ate... then couldn't find her cake! I swallowed, for I'd bitten off more than a man could munch. d'Verse poetics prompt: At the restaurant...… Continue reading Out to lunch, or: Chewing the fat