God’s Servant

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dVerse — MTB — kaleidoscope of silliness

image link jam balazza shrimpies go nancing in wampsies of the ketcher as gween-now-tan niblets jump from feels to steamy weds need nawtbut sowse bred jumbos dreep deep bled destemmed sleep splayed prey for air christal reign wile pooderfluff with risers puff in big iron muff need nawtbut kreeem squired geomets swimming currents dive somersaults…

dVerse — Poetics — Follow the Crumbs

My empty gut in echoed hunger rests in burgers dripping with grease; recall the pangs of when much younger. The crumbs always lead me back home with dry white toast and margarine, big orange blocks of surplus cheese, macaroni, and mushy green beans. The crumbs always lead me back home. German Chocolate cake from a…

Doodads — Candy — worst? best?

Aside from Halloween and Easter, Christmas is the season with a lot of candy lying about.  Last night, for some reason I was thinking about candy I like and candy I don’t like.  Starting with candy that I find to be inedible, two come to mind:  orange circus peanuts and Milky Way bars. Worst Orange…

dVerse — Zejel Form — Kousa Christmas

Kousa Christmas in SeptemberMatte red gummies look like embersLess known Asian cherry member Dogwood dangles first green nuggetsPseudo acorn uncapped clustersPromised nuts for squirrel gulletsThen it goes on fruitian bender Squeeze them like a squishy marbleSuck their guts and taste the marvelof this precious juicy parcel But spit out pits at their center   Notes:♦While…

Experiments with Asian Cooking

I’ve been buying packages of prepared sushi for awhile now that it isn’t easily accessible at the buffets of Asian restaurants.  The cost is prohibitive, and frankly, the quality of the rice in it is terrible in its crumbly dryness.  Earlier this month, the contemplation stage of making my own sushi kicked into the action…

dVerse — Poetics — In Mexico Again

One day I’d love to step outside and pluck you from a tree. Until then, my journey to find you begins at a grocery aisle bin. You, plump, lying with your friends under a fluorescent sun, waiting for an admirer to choose you, to tenuously feel your flesh give. Your skin’s rolling green texture and…