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Death by Tacos | the poetry diet
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Maple Butter Pecan Mousse Parfaits. January 22, 2011 · 12:18 am. In poems, the line of demarcatión. That separates refined aesthete from cretin. Is that above which there can be no tacos, one. Does not eat tacos, tacos will not be eaten,. But, fastened to a dying animal,. You’re made of taco, fear you are it, a metrist. Whose range transcends not taco, a shell. Of a man, a maize, a latterday taco belle lettrist,. Until you cant the old sombrero for. A well-deserved siesta, the dingaling. Contains 69 post...
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Don’t Panic! Easy Pesto Pasta Bake | the poetry diet
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Simple Plum Applesauce →. March 14, 2011 · 10:14 am. Easy Pesto Pasta Bake. Because this entry’s poem is quite lengthy and the piece exists in chapbook form online, I have included only the food-related quote below and invite you to read the full version by clicking here. Click on the book cover, and you can then view it in full screen and navigate through each page. ). A PANIC THAT CAN STILL COME UPON ME. 8220;If our wishes are met with dirt. And thyme, thistle, oil,. Heirloom, and basil”. 1 Precook pas...
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Simple Plum Applesauce | the poetry diet
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Easy Pesto Pasta Bake. March 30, 2011 · 1:15 pm. THIS IS JUST TO SAY. By William Carlos Williams. William Carlos Williams is a master of minimalist poetry, and “This Is Just To Say” is a prime example. Every word in this poem is critical; there is no time or space allotted for extraneous rambling. Even the title functions as a necessary and integrated part of the whole. I feel like Williams is fully aware of this and doesn’t care! Plum applesauce that turned out surprisingly delicious. 1 Chop up plums an...
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SUPERmarket Salad | the poetry diet
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Strawberry Cream Cheese Tarts. Easy Pesto Pasta Bake →. February 24, 2011 · 1:01 am. A SUPERMARKET IN CALIFORNIA. What thoughts I have of you tonight Walt Whitman, for I walked down the sidestreets under the trees with a headache self-conscious looking at the full moon. In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went into the neon fruit supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations! What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families shopping at night! Aisles full of husbands! Are you my Angel? Will we st...
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Handwoven Pretzels! | the poetry diet
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May 25, 2011 · 11:26 pm. THE GREEN STAMP BOOK. Child in the thick of yearning. Doll carted and pushed. Like child. The aisles purport opportunities. Looking up, the woman’s chins, the straight rows. Of peas and pretzels, Fizzies’ foils, hermetic. Boxes no one knows. I’ll get it! Bendy straws, powder blue pack Blackjack gum. Will this child fix upon? On TV, women with grocery carts. Careen down aisles to find expensive stuff. Mostly,. This means meat. This, then, is a life. This, a life. Because so much i...
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the poetry diet | eating their words | Page 2
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Newer posts →. January 18, 2011 · 2:04 pm. Maple Butter Pecan Mousse Parfaits. Glints in sunset; convicts rest. Like lizards on rocks. Is stingy, at 3 am. His songs drop like plum. Morning sun slants cell. Drunks stagger like cripple flies. To write a blues song. Is to regiment riots. And pluck gems from graves. A bare pecan tree. Slips a pencil shadow down. A moonlit snow slope. The falling snow flakes. Cannot blunt the hard aches nor. Match the steel stillness. A tall boy flashes knife and. 8221; was R...
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Strawberry Cream Cheese Tarts | the poetry diet
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SUPERmarket Salad →. February 14, 2011 · 8:52 pm. Strawberry Cream Cheese Tarts. It’s Valentine’s Day, and somehow this gives me the excuse to break the rules that I had previously set for The Poetry Diet. This week I didn’t find a poem featuring a food to use as inspiration for a recipe. I knew that I wanted to attempt some sort of heart-shaped strawberry tarts, so I did…but first, here’s one of my favorite love poems. ]. THE SUN NEVER SAYS. By Hafiz (as translated by Daniel Ladinsky). Combine flour and...
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Little Effie’s Gingerbread Pancakes | the poetry diet
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Dickinson Introduces the Diet. Maple Butter Pecan Mousse Parfaits →. January 12, 2011 · 4:29 pm. Little Effie’s Gingerbread Pancakes. Here is little Effie’s head]. By e e. cummings. Here is little Effie’s head. Whose brains are made of gingerbread. When the judgment day comes. God will find six crumbs. Stooping by the coffinlid. Waiting for something to rise. As the other somethings did. You imagine His surprise. Bellowing through the general noise. Where is Effie who was dead? To God in a tiny voice,.
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Fold-Your-Own Fortune Cookies! | the poetry diet
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Strawberry Cream Cheese Tarts →. February 2, 2011 · 2:20 pm. I like the generosity of numbers. The way, for example,. They are willing to count. Two pickles, one door to the room,. Eight dancers dressed as swans. I like the domesticity of addition. Add two cups of milk and stir. The sense of plenty: six plums. On the ground, three more. Falling from the tree. Of fish times fish,. Whose silver bodies breed. Even subtraction is never loss,. Just addition somewhere else:. Five sparrows take away two,. Corni...
