Good Taste
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Four years after I wrote the Taste of Rat, I thought I should extend it to discuss microbiotic food production. I didn’t get very far with the project, but there are a few nice lines here, the Kilgore Trout : Champagne reference for example.
The Taste of Rat
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The first poem I had written in 36 years – see also “Good Taste”
Ode to a Short Bored Pile
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The winning entry for the Maltings Free Press first edition poetry prize. The only entry so far as I know and the first poem I had written since school.
The Epic Tale of Ted and Brock
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I can proudly say the un-illustrated version of this poem is complete drivel. The illustrated version however is a work of multilayered genius imho.
The Step Sweeper
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We have outside steps at our house in Poland. We sweep them occasionally.
Then and Than
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I like this poem. And it worked.
The Sink Plunger
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March 2020: The girls and I were in a camper van in Sicily. Ania was on a cross country cycle ride with a group of bloggers. One day later Italy was hit by the first Covid panic. Several of Ania’s co-cyclists were stuck in Italy unable to return home. We rushed north and just got out in time.
Nuts
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I wrote this to complete the structure of my book, Lifehacks, and it turned out to be the most popular poem in the whole thing..
Coffee, Pinecones and a Toothbrush
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This was a wife-challenge. We were on top of a mountain in southern Europe, running from Covid 19. Ania came out of the bathroom, glanced at the breakfast table and out of the window.
“Can you do me a poem about coffee, – or pinecones, – erm, or a toothbrush?”
But, you know – one thing leads to another. . .
The Coconut
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Zoe asked me for a coconut poem. I wrote the first verse and she seemed happy with that. But then my mind wandered back to the wretched experiences of getting that gorgeous white meat out of the shell . . .