Tag: recipe poem
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dVerse: Recipe Poetry
Winter Sips It’s the season’s sour face, slowly moulding, held and cured in curdled mud. Those crisp leaves dredged with frost, soon to dilute and dissolve to dolce compost. Winter sips, an enophile, drunk on rain and sleet and hail, while I, who feels pinched as old mutton, waits for a robin’s song. …
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Recipe Swap with Miz Quickly
I. Not Quite Summer We launched into those days like uninterrupted pages, iced the sky blueberry and jalapeño hot, dipped our spoons into molten fudge on ice cream. And we were just warming up. II. Pickled No matter how you slice it it’s still a cucumber, and I feel as white and tender as those…
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