Thoughts in the frequency of poetry as I wrap up the cookbook (Fall 2024)
Good people.
I’m whole ass Author,
and probably a scholar
if you ask around,
but gimme a dollar
I got student loans
that won’t
leave me alone.
If you are new
around here,
open secret…
I’ve got this
cookbook loading…
Fall 2024.
A confession from the Authors chair…
at a loss for words:
As I can’t put the idiocy and inhumanity
that I see on a daily basis into words.
It makes my head hurt,
so let me use pictures
to tell a story
about the maelstrom
of emotions
in my role as a poet.
Like my Bigmama and Grandma told me
on occasion, work to do…
take this pen and make
words bend.
Things that can be easily disproven, feelings over facts is the rule of the day.
So it is kinda funny… blank stare like Mr. Furly, kinda surly… is this what you believe? You honor this? Okay kinda funny… look at the camera Mr. Roper pose, is this real?
We banning books, telling women what to do? loving guns more than we love our lil’ ones?
Life on Earth is making my beard go gray… like Fred Sanford as the notions of making plans without knowing the math…
will give you 5 across the lip…
“You big Dummy!”
Let me stop, stay tuned for Book Tres.
Y’all eat yet, you hungry?
Food Poetry… we all eat.
I’ll be your host on the first stop:
Brunching – Food, Family and Poetry
A live reading of the piece with music as the chaser.
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