Ignite the desire and put on the memory pan Add a cube of happy butter Wait till it melts like a vanilla icecream in summer Then crack three eggs and put it in pan Just remember yolk is pain and egg white is your dying dream Now sprinkle some crushed pepper and hope salt And stir it like you stir ...Read more

Take a cup of dawn — splash! ☀️ (gathered gently, still a little sleepy, but warm-warm) Add two spoonfuls of dreams — fluff fluff and a pinch of la-la-laaa 🎶 Stir round and round — swirl swirl with a teaspoon of light wind — whooosh! Pour a drop of laughter — ah-ah! hehe! and a tight hug — squee...Read more

Take two cups of elderberry dust, pour into a mixing bowl; whisk with melted love, until creamed pink. Set it aside for the topping. Catch a shooting star, place it into a mixing bowl; be sure to let the light remain it removes all old stains. Sprinkle bits of inspiration, add strings of dedicat...Read more

A glass of natural Spring that feels like Summer to be drank in Winter; a gift from the old gods of the mountains, when we were whole and pure, traveling by foot along the breadth of everything. Incredients: - St. Augustine Water - Fresh tobacco - Juniper berries - Rose petals - Fresh ginger ...Read more

One crate of small thumping heartbeats, two shaking hands, an ounce of pain. Stir slowly till your conscience eats you. Add a spice of gratitude from your heart — that is to your preferred taste. Savor the memories, tasty or not. Lower your self-doubt so as not to burn th...Read more

Just need a seed Two hands that don't trip off A cup of dirt A vase or soil A sun full of light Water for growth Measure seasons Give it a name Trust the dark You're not the gardener You're a pardoner I don't know if it's a correct structured poem or not😄 ...Read more

take a large drink from the sun, say the word good morning to even the industrious ant, gather the sparrows, teach them to break into a song on the word cue, strike tired and oh-its-gonna-be-a-long-day from the dictionary of your life, smile like a silly dog who just got a new bone treat, wear...Read more

And... We are back!!! Let's learn about recipe poems today 😳 What are Recipe poems? —Recipe poems are a creative, instructional form of poetry that utilize the structure of a cooking recipe—title, ingredients, preparation methods, and serving instructions—to describe abstract concepts, emotions,...Read more

People said you could make honor in a room did they not, with glassware and a steady hand? If you crush a promise into pieces and warm it over a blue flame, does it not shine like the truth? We were told to wait for the color to change, to trust the smoke that smelled like roses. Who checks the c...Read more

Why is the world only transparent in my darkest hour? I share its shadows with predecessors who walked the same road Only at the lunar eclipse do the bells of clarity chime. Only then does the beacon of comprehension illuminate the cave brooding with ambiguities. Should I jubilate as my tower of i...Read more

​The hunger hits like a freight train’s roar, I’m foraging through the pantry drawer. I’m no longer human, I’m a ravenous beast, Searching the kitchen for a five-course feast. ​The recipe says, "Chop the onions fine," But I don’t have the patience, nor the time. I’ll just hack them into blocks of wo...Read more

A white tulip intervened, life has 'gun It has expanded, and its beauty yields, Its essence, felt by me, passim life's fields, And now I'm finally able to run Enriching my mind with positive dreams, Against the grain, I apprise these sweet scenes, My face has been lib'rated by the sun White tulip, j...Read more

Bread and circuses, circuses and bread. Bread and circuses, circuses and bread. The bread is great. Recipes differ, but all leave you rubbing your stomach, smiling giddily— like a pacified toddler. Tastes even better with juggling balls, rings, clubs— so cyclical, yet so impressive. Card tricks, ...Read more

Holy fulfillment sought in the nakedness of a woman dancing on a rain-washed roof. It’s she who makes us cry at night, it’s she who makes our March bulletproof. The snake curls up the serpent’s staff only to be held by a man designed by her recipe. He holds an ode to her soul at mass. It’s her im...Read more

... gently push me aside feed me spoonful of delight and leave my tongue burning! serve me blessings and curse in the same bowl I learn to relish all the same it is MY kitchen I am the cook; recipe handed from the beginning of times - I cook with my own tweaks to create something of my o...Read more