Sifting under strawberry vines each week, I lift their long, leafy tendrils with god knows what on the end. Various shapes, colors, and stages of rottenness, or not. I’d planted…
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Blackberry Vines Quarantine Poem #12 They say that in these times to soothe the fragility of our egos we should “control what we can” so on the days the anxiety…
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Curbside Pick-up Menu Family dinner for 2 Half smoked chicken w/salsa verde Roasted carrots with pistachio butter Caesar Salad Biscuits and honey butter Chocolate Mousse The phone rang and a…
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DEC 3 garlic coconut milk green onions rice noodles avocado bread spring mix …
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During this world-wide pandemic lock down, I am sitting on the couch in the living room of the apartment I am renting in Montevideo, Uruguay, watching the Argentinian food channel…
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When the stove in my Brooklyn apartment started to leak gas last year, the gas company sent a technician, a burly man with a sunburned scalp, who told me that…
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YOU COULD DO ANYTHING YOU WANTED a found poem using language from the NYT Minus Context Twitter account You could eat a watermelon in the subway— eat the earth and…
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My hands are dry, creeks of blood cracking open. A pink fury. I wash and wash and hope. * * * The first week of COVID-19 quarantine, I accidentally cancel…