In the District of Broken Dreams

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In the district of broken dreams,

weeds grow through the cracks

in the parking lot

like so many fish,

gasping for air in

that concrete sea

of loneliness

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Oklahoma, 1933

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Arthur sits in the shade of the porch, legs crossed,

spitting brown juice into the dirt,

grandpa’s old flintlock propped against the railing.

 

Squinting, he shields his eyes,

spots the twin rooster tails in the shimmering heat,

the banker’s black Packard speeding up the driveway,

screeching to a halt at the foot of the steps,

gravel pinging against metal.

 

Wilting with sweat, the banker lifts his hat,

mops his forehead with a handkerchief,

waves the final repossession notice aloft

like some kind of trophy, while

behind the railing, Arthur cocks the flintlock,

aims.

 

*Note: This poem was written for Trifecta’s Trifextra: Week Eighteen Writing Challenge.

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Looting the Museum

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While the crime is blazing,

the streets are suffocated with sunlight.

This is real and you are unprepared.

 

“When nothing is sure, everything is possible,”

says the thief with the painting tucked under his arm,

clutching a wine bottle like a microphone,

in flagrante delicto.

 

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Breast Milk Brownies?!

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Breast Milk cheese???

 

 

What do you think about this? Would YOU eat this?

Here is Chef Daniel Angerer’s blog post that he made about this.

http://chefdanielangerer.typepad.com/chef_daniel_angerers_blog/2010/02/mommys-milk.html

How do you feel about this?

*Note: This story was written for Trifecta’s Trifextra: Week Fifteen Writing Challenge.

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The Cheese-Maker

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She crafts her cheese in the

golden embrace of the day’s first light,

when her hilltop dairy and its surrounding trees

are hugged by the mist of dawn,

the cows like black and white boulders

studded throughout the land

 

The soft, plump pillows of her fingers

fill the wooden molds with curds,

shaping and pressing them

 

The light sweetness of the milk’s aroma

permeates the room, stirring

her dormant hunger after the night’s fast

 

She lifts a handful of the flavorful curds

to her mouth,

sighing deeply as the soft, sweet,

and slightly salty flavor fills her mouth

 

Then she hefts the curd-filled molds

onto the rough wood planks

that serve as shelves, supported by

aged, graying barrels

 

The cheeses will begin their lives

on these planks, forming, aging,

mellowing to an incomparable richness,

becoming firm white wheels

which she will take to market

 

She wipes her hands on her ample apron,

as the striped cat slinks

through the doorway, meowing

 

She sets the chipped yellow bowl

on the dusty earthen floor,

filling it with fresh milk

which the cat laps up with

the urgency born from hunger

 

The striped cat will return,

bringing with it a mewling kitten,

knowing that there will be enough milk

to feed them all

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