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By Dan Steele there were things we did Meatballs make the man, says Artemio with the arch of his back while he is crouched over bus tubs of raw pork, ground and parmesan, and milk and oregano and veal and things, knees on the concrete and tile second time this week, producing same results, January cold floor, icy mornings, steaming sip, numb after noon, delayed for dinner, abbreviated in rest, some mornings we [...] I. Sweet summertime of New York’s empty city The taller the tower the hazier the cloud
Ring around my raspberry flavored mind, devoured The shape of an egg reminds me what we like to see
In New York the vinegar is wine In New York there is only fruit and labor The bread comes as quickly as they can bake it up comes as quickly as is, [...] Making Brisket is as simple as it is DEEEE-LI-CIOUS. Buy the meat (some people marinate the meat in herbs, fresh garlic, and chilies first.) I just Brown the (salted) outside of the meat in a hot-as-possible pan, then Set the meat (fat side up) in deep-enough roasting pan. Brown some cleaned vegetables in the trail left by the meat’s browning. Let them [...] from travelin’ m.: Here is a submission to sillypants for a guest columnist, it’s a half written poem that almost caused a car wreck on I-10W outside of New Orleans. Sunrise in my rearview mirror
“treading through butter” in the morning rose a sunken sheep The girl with the tattoo blossoming on her elbow Everything you really need to be, you are already. Eventually, later on You’ll know words like sarcasm, solipsism, irony, and ego, and thus By being that which you are not, you’ll follow a bright path – light it up from the inside all by yourself. These days you don’t do much by yourself. But you’ll see. A lot of [...] #gallery-1 { Sometimes a project or interest gets a title without your meaning to name it. I eventually started calling these pics ‘graffiti proverbs’ as they piled up, because somehow they spoke quirky or wise, larger than life messages when I encountered them. This is a group of poems called, Silly pants calm face Disco Mind Red Light District Blues Is Stu gonna write a book about his life? |
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