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Tag Archives: food
Well Fed
We remain well fed while they are starving and we’re carving up what’s left of their land
Let’s Go Read Rumi (Ode to Spring)
Before the vultures dine on another ancient civilization and cities become rubble lets break bread instead of bones lets cleanse our palate and feast on the food of kings and queens, lets walk through smoke screens, and sit on … Continue reading
Posted in america, Chaharshanbe Suri, fear, fire, Hafez, haiku, humanity, ignorance, Iran, life, love, mysticism, Parts Unknown, peace, Persian food, poem, Poetry, propaganda, Rumi, sufism, tanka, travel, Uncategorized, veterans, writing
Tagged Anthony Bourdain, Bahar, Chaharshanbe Suri, chemical weapons, civilization, culture, food, Hafez, haiku, Iran, Iran Iraq War, life, love, Media, mystics, New Year, news, Nowruz, Parts Unknown, Persia, Persian food, Persian rugs, poem, Poetry, Propaganda, Rumi, Spring, springtime, sufism, tanka, tea, Travel, truth, war, war tax resistance
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Wake Up And Smell The Falafel
We better wake up and smell the falafel and go to bed always dreaming of waffles let’s peel some potatoes and make shepherds pie and get ourselves a fresh lamb sandwich on rye lets eat our way through old imperial … Continue reading
Punch-Drunk
They’re victorious again, and we ate our bread and we filled our cup, punch-drunk for the duration content cheering on the team
Where The Hell Have You Been?
Dedicated to Uncle Bobby How far do you travel each day? “To work, maybe to the marketplace… about twenty miles” you might say “To school, and to the gym… thirty miles” well, do you drive a truck or a car … Continue reading
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Tagged environment, food, poem, poetry, writing
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Life, Death, & Food
Anthony Bourdain used food as a way of introducing America to people around the world, their history and culture. He let food speak for itself, and importantly, let people speak for themselves. Bourdain’s Hawaii episode was the first time many … Continue reading
Posted in addiction, america, american dream, Anthony Bourdain, capitalism, collateral damage, death, depression, education, empathy, farming, food, Gaza, hawaii, history, human rights, humanity, Iran, Jerusalem, Libya, love, Massachusetts, palestine, Parts Unknown, poverty, refugees, suicide, travel, truth, Uncategorized, violence, war, West Bank, writing
Tagged Anthony Bourdain, death, empathy, food, Gaza, hawaii, Iran, life, palestine, Parts Unknown, suicide, Travel, truth, writing
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We Pluck Flowers
We pluck flowers from the garden and make a bouquet we pluck strings on the guitar and make music we pluck feathers from a chicken and make a meal we pluck people from their homes and villages, … Continue reading
Now, We Wait
One hundred and seventeen avocados in the wheelbarrow and none of them ripe. The weight was too much, and in the trade winds, two limbs snapped. One hundred and seventeen avocados in the wheelbarrow and the wait is too much.
We’ll call em’ French Fries again
Cartoon drawings of profits splattered with blood draining from the wrists of artists pushing the limits tempting the reality of a world we’ve created since the crusades fought now by Muslim police officers dying in the streets to protect a country that sees no difference sees the same faces … Continue reading
Posted in american dream, bigotry, Black Lives Matter, civil rights, collateral damage, death, democracy, Edward Bernays, empathy, fear, France, free speech, hate, history, human rights, humanity, hunger, ignorance, immigration, life, peace, poem, Poetry, police, police brutality, poverty, propaganda, racism, religion, taxes, Toulouse, travel, Vietnam, violence, war, war tax resistance, white privilege
Tagged America, american dream, bigotry, bread and circuses, CNN, democracy, Edward Bernays, empire, food, France, humanity, ignorance, immigration, justice, love, Peace, poem, poetry, poverty, Propaganda, racism, religion, terrorism, Travel, truth, Veterans for Peace, Vietnam, war
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