Showing posts with label raw. Show all posts
Showing posts with label raw. Show all posts

Sunday, April 12, 2020

Recipe


I used to write about food.
After that night
we had that first
big below-the-belt fight
and you challenged me
to make it-
writing,
a submission.

I took the shriveled passion-fruit
and placed them on the kitchen table.
Admiring the small brown cluster
with the tip of my pen
I finely drew out
a likeness
that read-
pink, tender, more seeds than pulp
and nearly dry
inside.

I made something
delicious and tart.

Anyway,
that is how and where the disease
began simmering,
one organ after another
changing tune in time.
It was then-remember-
I renamed
myself, mostly taking away
nourishment,
and then adding a healthy dose
of humility
garnished with a twist of fate.

The paper folded,
and I was told
you may have to wing it
from here.

It is wise to always start
by pre-heating the oven
and a word of warning,
it often makes too much
so I suggest
mixing in small batches,
or halving...

Love,
you will like making this
too-
Ease back in,
cook until the juices run clear,
take small frequent bites,
use salt for wounds sparingly,
smell before tasting,
don't look at the date,
trust your senses,
and know-
most ingredients
may be substituted
in a pinch.

Although
practice makes no promises,
it only becomes sustenance
if you can make it
again and again.







Painting by Peter Jacob Horemans (1700-1776), Still life c. 1774 in Public domain.



Saturday, September 22, 2018

Green copper pot


When a woman has
One child and makes
Zero investment makes no
sacrifice(s), contributes
None,
the yield on this bond
does not depreciate
into negatives-no
this product multiplied
Itself,
condensed and compensated itself
entirely with exposure to the elementary,
the obvious and raw goods,
thereby taking its own shape
by directed collisions
with steel objects,
only adding
character and patina
values molded with age.



Painting by Martin Dichtl, 'Still Life with copper pots' circa 1639 (Public domain), via Wikimedia Commons. 

Wednesday, September 6, 2017

Unearthed


Raw. Now, ready to keep going.
In a moment-invisible-ceases to Be
wholly occupied-full-filled.
We have all lied.
We have all stood others up to and for-
There is no way around,
only through and through
- - -exposure- - -
...
We may stare-bluntly, we may mention Growth
and add up layers, like scars
To become better
prepared when encountering naked, knowing bodies
swallowed as photogenic duplicates.

We want to match the magic
of new skin,
out of regeneration
as it stands
with consumption,
levels, assumptions,
quicksand and ice in the air
leaves us thirsting.

The water all runs off...


Painting by Winslow Homer, 'Weary' (1898) in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

And then...

  Change is like that strong smell of cut grass or chopped wood that stops you still. Patterns, a symbol can be an illegible sign,  at first...