Tagged: brunch
if we could pinch the
if we could pinch the
two ends of
brunch and bring
them closer, even
closer
together, perhaps
we wouldn’t feel
so full, nor so
empty
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: brunch
between breakfast and
between breakfast and
lunch, a sweet spot, and maybe
still, a pinch of salt
.
20190510:2124
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: pinch
saturday brunch is
saturday brunch is
a stone’s throw away – we muster
our strengths for the feast
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: feast
sunday brunch with the
first thing, saturday
first thing, saturday
morning, you take
the temperature
of our nation without
fail – another
shooting, another
breach, a familiar
unrest, a polished
contempt – i am
in the other room,
hanging on until
brunch, waiting
for a bloody peace
.
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sunday brunch rolls up
sunday brunch rolls up
against the sun, one lick away
from getting burnt
.
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sunday brunch is a
sunday brunch is a
slow massage that knows its way
around the morning
the familiarity
tickles, loosens unknown knots
.
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saturday brunch for
when we brunch together,
here is our sunday
here is our sunday
balancing act –
enacting the culture
of tracking for
the perfect
brunch by mid-
afternoon without
being caught
with so rigid
an agenda
.
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