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 Dec 2024 Pax
Liana
The stars
The dark
The silence
The empty streets
The night

While I dance in the cold
Music taking me over
All of them
In their wonder
Are on my side
(this note was written by the world if it was on 2x speed and the one hamster going really fast of the wheel had a pet magenta iguana)
 Dec 2024 Pax
Sally A Bayan
Lunch
 Dec 2024 Pax
Sally A Bayan



The cold temperature keeps me wrapped,
and yet...purposes must not be forgot,
this time, chores keep arising, yet
prioritized plans have to come first.

A dark brownish pool in a deep pan, waits,
a mix of soy sauce and squeezed lemon,
generously sprinkled with ground pepper
invades the nostrils........soon,

Small slices of meat would be like
creatures drowning within...left a while,
to absorb color and flavor...a raw, fragrant
marinade wherein secrets are created.

A newly honed knife rules the scene, and
cruelly cuts potatoes, bell peppers and
carrots...it crushes and slices the garlic,
the onions, and the tomatoes....shortly,

The music begins: garlic, onions, tomatoes
make a noise of protest as they hit hot oil
in a hot steel ***...yet, hand carefully leads
the spoon while sautéing these aromatics.

Marinated meat is added, and it becomes
noisier...as meat's color changes, marinade
is poured over the meat; bay leaves, oregano,
and some cracked peppercorns are dropped;

Ahh...the aroma spreads  as the sauce boils,
time to pour in a cup of Italian tomato sauce;
a lovely sight when mixture starts to simmer!
while mixing the sauce, one becomes hungrier.

In fifteen minutes, carrots, potatoes, and bell
peppers would add color to the mixture,
some washed raisins for a sweeter taste.
what a fragrant blend of ingredients !

Finally,  small slices of pork or beef liver are
added...sauce bubbles as it boils...heat is
turned off, liver gets tougher when cooked longer;
finally, a gentle dash of oregano and chili flakes.

Voila! Menudo is done, with
pork barbecue fresh from
the grill......welcome
to a simple Christmas lunch!


sally b

© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
December 25, 2024
#simple #lunch #menudo #Christmas #sallyb
 Dec 2024 Pax
SerpentineSky
silver in moonlight
hare is dancing for his love
spring comes green the land
 Dec 2024 Pax
SerpentineSky
sensual moonlight
butterfly sipping flower
drunk upon nectar
 Dec 2024 Pax
Liana
I've known him forever
I hate to be reminded of things that he did
And said

I hate when my head
Compares
Contrasts
Remembers him

But the problem is
I see him in everything
For he is my father

When I do things
I hear him
With his opinions
Manipulations
And I want to please him

I feel him watching me
Judging
Listening
It makes me angry

He is in my blood
My bones
No matter what I do

He's in my memories
My hometown
My mind

He haunts me all the time

He thinks I should want to see him
That being my father is enough
I let him down easy
I'm too scared to be tough
He might go crazy
Trying to catch my breath currently :/

(This note was written by all the people who know where the floor creaks. If you don't know what I talking about--be happy)
A morning of overcast sky in Nevada
Is very like landscapes painted by El Greco.
Cobalt sky smeared with silver gray shadows
In a candy floss tumble of gunmetal clouds
Gives a subtle light that makes things mysterious
And creates a canopy of comfort for a winter day.
ljm
Even gloomy days are beautiful here. The  light is just different and magical.
 Dec 2024 Pax
silent echo
Trust
 Dec 2024 Pax
silent echo
She looked deeply into my eyes;
I only let her skim the surface.
 Dec 2024 Pax
Still Crazy
they promise  snow
flurries flake in a
semi-serious way,
blurry haze,
no deposits
sorry, accumulations,
worthy of a ooh! a
blizzard, so reverse
course, back to bed

the lesson relearned
time+time ‘n again
hope for the best,
sacked by safe predicates
sunrise sacked by accumulated greenness, little hope for the sun set to be any better, and I pray to the gods in the vicinity, who congregate when poetry is being written, in order to insert a wordy word word, of their choosing, but I am dizzy with disappointment, lightheaded by the right ugly light, and the only fool I suffer, Is myself, for being the only optimist that the pessimist might actually write a correct forecast
and in conclusion

I proclaim to no one that is nearby,
That weatherman played poker with me
and a deck full of jokers
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