Let’s not get romantic or dismal about death.Indeed it’s our most unique act along with birth.We must think of it as cooking breakfast,it’s that ordinary. Break two eggs into a bowlor break a bowl into two eggs. Slip into a coffinafter the fluids have been drained, or better yet,slide into the fire. Of course it’s… Read More Food Poem – Death Again by Jim Harrison
Hope you find this poem that offers food like flowers as a form of healing presence, as reassuring as I do. Happy Tuesday my fellow hungry philosophers. I learned from my mother how to love the living, to have plenty of vases on hand in case you have to rush to the hospital with peonies… Read More Food Poem – What I learned from my Mother by Julia Kasdorf
A poem for all my fellow morning coffee addicts out there: Strong coffee smells like a current of warm southerly air in the climate of dawn. Strong coffee gets stronger when poured back through the grounds. Opaque, thick, hot, bitter for waking up, the caffeine pumps through your center, stains your mouth with morning, with… Read More Food Poem – Strong Coffee by Anne Higgins
