Another Poem
Had this lovely exchange on Facebook with a friend last night. The prompting factor was that I recently added the “I am a fan of … Hillary Clinton” sidebar on my profile.
Friend:
Oh, my dear [Pizza Diavola].I love you, but she really IS a monster!
Politics of Fear, man, Politics of Fear.
PD:
wow, thanks for the informative, persuasive comment.
Friend:
Anytime, man, anytime.
*sigh*
Have another poem, inspired by Glashoff Farms’ amazing blackberry preserves:
wine-dark seas
in a jar
but tastier
OM NOM NOM
Sappho has nothing on this
OMG. I can’t read the NYT anymore. I just can’t–not their op-ed section, at any rate, and not their Style section, either. The op-ed page, aside from Bob Herbert and the board editorials, are full of crap writing that’s often just imbecilic, disgusting vitriol, poorly researched and poorly argued to boot. The Style section relies on sexism to prop it up. Dining & Food is still decent, but it’s the only section of the NYT I read these days. Time to delete the NYT bookmarks on my toolbar and start reading the BBC and The Economist in earnest.
I wrote a poem at work today:
O, fruit sublime
O, succulent flesh divine,
How I wish you were mine!
I want you, I need you,
I can’t help but eat you–
OM NOM NOM!
“Ode To A Blood Orange”
*bows* I’ll be here all week, thank you!
