Originally posted on Jane Dougherty Writes:
The dverse prompt this evening is to write a poem about something in the fridge, stuck on the fridge, or lurking in the bottom of the fridge. I didn’t think there was much to say about the contents of my fridge, just…
Originally posted on Jilly's:
Neon ampersand in turquoise just next door to that groovy little 60’s vintage wine shop where they push back the racks and set a casual stage for live jazz and popcorn, all with a poster of Hemmingway on the back wall. Snatching a…
Originally posted on Life in Portofino:
I kid you not, it said “International Harvester” on the door! On the white door with chrome accents, a car from the Fifties set on end. The handle required a forceful pull to unlatch – no magnets or vacuum suck. Inside a white…
Originally posted on Bill Waters ~~ Haiku:
One Sunday long, long ago, I went to religious school and got roped into an impromptu play. One more person was needed to fill the ranks, and that person – despite my protests – turned out to be me. It wasn’t much…
Ode to our refrigerator Look what you hold inside, you stainless steel superconductor of cold. There’s the homemade lentil soup Mira made last night. And not far along Your offering shelf, anothe r of her dishes in a container, ready to go to work. The Brita pitcher, orange […]
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