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Tag Archives: food
What to do when everything tastes of stupid.
all the soup in this place ………..is vaguely tan no matter what they call it ………it tastes of swede stretched overheads? …………a cook who can’t? I give it a wide berth … Continue reading
Posted in A poem a day for April
Tagged awareness, boredom, comedy, food, joy, mangels, miserableness, poem, poetry, strangeness
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Inconsequential events in Sidmouth
because I was not wearing my glasses I thought it said the proper way to eat a frog because I was not wearing my glasses the coins slipped into a not slot and rolled and rolled and there was … Continue reading
Posted in A poem a day for April
Tagged figs, food, jan dean, poem, poetry, sex, story, strangeness, stream of consciousness
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Expertise
he asserts his superior knowledge of the city steps suddenly from the kerb …veers ……..brisk into unexpected cut-throughs I swerve a step behind hop step a catch-up I assert … Continue reading
Posted in A poem a day for April
Tagged city, food, geography, jan dean, marriage, poem, poetry
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sheltering
we are eating unplanned cake in a teashop steaming with wet overcoats each butter yellow crumb’s a structure unexpectedly complex magnified they could be Aztec fragments …………………..honeycomb chunks of reef …………………..crystal structures of some precious metal black umbrellas in the … Continue reading
Posted in A poem a day for April
Tagged awareness, cake, food, jan dean, poem, poetry, respite, tea, transience
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Pig Crazy
long time back – not brother pig time – way back mother-mother pig time was forest………….mountain pig knows remembers mists silences here…. now…. noise brought us here little easy steps first: fence posts….. scratch as good as oaks herd boy … Continue reading
Best before
Today’s poem springs from things seen and heard this morning. Best before Rhubarb and mango chutney square bottle gold lid under the ingredients list it says best before May 2913. I admire the precision of that ‘May’ wonder what happens … Continue reading