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To Eat A Peach
Spring is here.
The delicate tree blossoms replace
the delicate white lights of Winter.
From the petals fruit will grow.
Pears, plums, apricots, cherries,
nectarines...
Peaches.
I set the unripe soft rose and yellow
orb on the windowsill.
Two days later I tenderly lift it
and gently squeeze its warmth before
I wash it.
Biting into it...
the sweet liquid is Ambrosia.
The juice runs down my chin onto
my tee.
I greedily suck the peach’s flesh dry.
I daydream as I munch.
Peach cobbler, peach pie with a lattice crust,
peach shortcake, peach muffins,
stewed peaches, peach tea bread,
slices on your cereal, slices in a bowl with cream.
OR...only for dessert?
How would a
chicken breast soaked in a peach marinade taste?
My taste buds begin chattering.
Summer’s here!
corn on the cob, okra, tomatoes:
small ones that pop in your mouth
and big beefy wedges that
garnish crisp celery slices, carrot medallions,
tender Bibb lettuce, sliced mushrooms, cucumbers,
asparagus, broccoli, Vidalia onions, cauliflower...
Watermelon, blueberries, cantaloupe,
strawberries, honeydews, raspberries...
Juicy hot dogs, spicy barbecue, thick charbroiled hamburgers,
hot German potato salad, 3-bean salad, macaroni salad,
potato chips and French onion soup dip,
soft pretzels dipped in brown mustard, popcorn...
chocolate chip cookies, Snickerdoodles,
strawberry shortcake,
chocolate cake with red, white and blue frosting for the 4th,
apple pie
— softball, Mom, doggies —
I awake with a start. There is drool
on my pillow.
Another day begins but it’s really
not another day.
It’s the same day I’ve been living
since 1 May 2017 ~
The day I let the dentist pull
out the last 5 teeth I had
in my lower jaw.
And as I come to consciousness
my tongue pushes
against and spills out over the
the soft toothless tissue that burns constantly
and is covered in a thick gooey saliva ~ place a
teaspoon of Elmer's
glue in your mouth ~ if
you care to have a taste
of my reality.
Summer’s here.
Clear your palate.
Clean your plate.
Barbara Dickenson
1 May 2018
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On a Michigan farmer Saturday
in August,
anticipating tomorrow's evangelical Sabbath,
When late summer vacations
invoked sanctified house cleanings
more unusually light,
Heading outside after lunch
into this spectacularly breezy
blue billowing
discontinuously cumulus cloudy
in-between radiant sky blue
infinite wonder
Into this awesomely long leisurely afternoon
becoming one of those special kids
sent out to rediscover solitary play
while Mom clears HER kitchen
to fill grateful mouths and noses
with impossible fragrance
of Sunday dinner rhubarb pie
or fresh strawberry shortcake,
whipping vanilla or banana cream
while boiling sweet yellow corn,
baking mac and ancient cheddar cheese
for this evening's pre-dusk compline dinner.
On this first summer celebrating Saturday
of low humidity
and temperatures predicting September 70s
Out past our red barn
and past its barnyard lily pond
and into golden stubbled hay fields,
sheared sexy contoured face
of my temporarily uncloseted gay imaginings
hoping for YangGod's grace face
smiling in sabbath of sensually healthy return
Continuing on
to private green cool woodland
to nakedly climb a favorite tree
skin to naked bark,
full-bodied embrace
of this fabulous shared EarthLife
transparent
and open
and breezy free with God's inclusive hope.
Out to play
and pray
this day
and month
and vacation
and re-creation
will never end
Or end,
if time must continue,
in moonlit radiant peace,
night dreams
of asking into perfect summer Sabbath.
Oh, we need honey?
And milk?
And cheese?
Well, I will get them
If you please.
I am now leaving.
My friend
Is now talking.
I take a detour
As we are out walking.
Soon, we are lost
In the jungle
And squelching
Through the wet bog.
I think I hear belching.
We are face to face
With a creature.
A snake!
I wish for my home
And berry shortcake.
We are now running
For our dear lives.
I think what I see
Is a tree of beehives.
Our fate is uncertain
As we run toward the tree.
My friend can keep going.
But I fall. Oh, my knee!
Just as I think
It is time to give up
A chap comes along
With a cute little pup.
"Howdy-do," says the chap.
I look up.
What a guy!
"You see," I then say.
"I am just about fried."
I get in his wagon.
I am embarrassed to say
That I kind of like this dude.
But just then I heard a sound:
A cow mooed.
I jump off the wagon
And run toward the barn
With doors made of silk.
Then I steal from the cow
A bucket of milk.
I go to the back
And it stinks
But there's cheese!
I take all I want
If you please.
Then I look in my pocket
And there is no money
But lo and behold!
A sweet comb of honey!
I run away home
Just as fast as I can.
"I just went to market,"
I tell my mom Fran.
She looks at the bounty.
She looks kind of suspicious.
She tastes all my treasure.
She thinks it's delicious!
Little Johnny came home from school with a bellyache
Naturally Mom feared the most recent local outbreak
Johnnie thankfully had no fever, she suspected it might be a fake
But strange and most bizarre Johnnie had no appetite for steak
Or even for his ultimate favourite strawberry shortcake
The next morning Johnnie barely could awake
Didn’t want to go to school because of a backache
Mom thought the cure might just be a nice big pancake
Or maybe the warm chocolate muffins that she’d bake
But Johnnie just wanted to curl up with his pet rattlesnake
In the afternoon, when Little Johnny mentioned a toothache
Mom reached for the thermometer in case the first time was a mistake
She sent Johnnie for a nap and sat pensive as she took her coffee break
Out the window she saw askew the mounds of leaves to rake
She got up and tiptoed up the stairs to see what was at stake
She found Johnny pouting wide-eyed and awake
As she extended to him a warm loving handshake
In her heart she felt a sudden jolt of earthquake
Poor Little Johnny was growing up at double take
And suffering acutely from his very first heartbreak
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on February 22, 2018
By Nicole S. Berry
One of my favorite dolls from my childhood
had red strawberry scented hair I could comb
plus freckles on two sides of her nose
her eyes were the color of green
she also wore a matching red, white and brown dress
on her feet, were little brown shoes with white laces and hearts designed on them
as well as long, white socks with green stripes
there was also a pink and white bonnet all printed with strawberry motifs and white polka dots
her pet was a tiny, little kitten in the color of pink with white dots to match the doll's hat
this doll had a bakery Shoppe shaped like a luscious strawberry
her friends, which were also dolls smelled like other fruits and sweet treats
there was a snail cart which transformed into a picnic table for my dolls to sit down and enjoy make-believe strawberry ice cream
this beautiful fruit scented doll is one of my favorite things from the days when I was young
The name of this doll is Strawberry Shortcake
just like the dessert served during the summer.
In a black morning, hollowed
with eggshell delicacy....not fragile, simply gentle
with dark chocolate skies
a pajamaed, sleepy ten year old
with a six year old's excitement..
up at five a.m....with his basket ready
to search out candy eggs
A dew kissed morning, the blossom of an Easter sunrise
which rises to greet a family....a father, a mother, a brother, a sister
a house blessed with a spirit of His presence
so richly apparent, in polished shoes, combed hair, Sunday dress
In hard boiled colored eggs, chocolate rabbits, jelly beans..
baked ham, scalloped potatoes, fruit salad, homemade shortcake
assorted aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents...
Being allowed to eat his candy
providing he ate
at least
one piece
of broccoli.
The Early Years
She is to entertain 20 people
I fried up 20 cucumbers
5 lbs. Of okra
In a grit and Parmesan cheese
And bits of bacon in the batter
Some spices, mace, cayenne , paprika
Garlic and onion powder in the
Bater*w/flour and eggs baking soda*
I roasted a teriyaki style pork loin
And sliced it thin with commercial
Mixer, I mean the slicer
A creamy sauce to top it
With vinager , jalapeno, lime
Cream cheese and sour cream
With a touch of fish stock and a
Drop or two of gin, extra dry honey!
Fixed some cheesy grits
Fried some green tomatoes
Steamed some shrimp
And made crab balls
And a pot of
Hollindise
With lime and tequila
and cayenne, Sweet Missie
Slap my ass!
Strawberry shortcake
With
A rummy strawberry sauce
Whipped cream
And vanilla ice cream
Ya'll that's ah party!
Slurp the white zinfendell
And tug at your drawels
She got to take
Notice of this
Mans efforts!
Biscuits sweet like cookies
Dix's wanna pound sum
P*ssie!
I"it'ss s ah love thang! "
A slice of strawberry shortcake
Upon the side board lay
And there are those butterbeans
Twenty of them I say
And one-half of a brown biscuit
Upon my little plate
A juice glass, ice cube, and tea
One butterbean I take
There upon the side board it lay
A small slice of pound cake
And twenty butterbeans 'pon my plate
Cake my sweet mother makes
Eat your butterbeans _now here
One she places in my mouth
I wanted strawberries and cream
Butterbeans could do without
Finally last of the butterbeans
Mom gets all the sliced cake
Oh! The first bite a dream so sweet
Ummm!! Strawberry cake
Finis'
I can remember as a child that
I would sit right across from
the place where mother cut up
the dessert and placed it on
little plates for us..It was
a cabinet that they called
the side board..I don't know why..
I would sit looking at the dessert
and want dessert and have to
eat vegetables and bread first..
Cartoons
Saturday morning, early,
we sat around the toob…(tv)
We laughed.
Road runner was too fast,
the coyote was always too slow.
Thundar was a Barbarian,
and Strawberry was a shortcake.
Shaggy chased bad guys,
Scooby was a hero.
Foghorn was a wise rooster,
and hunting season changed quickly.
Marvin was a Martian,
and earth was in the way.
However,
No one got too hurt,
No one thought it was too real,
to steal the truth from our imaginations.
No, no one.
We learned please and thank you…
Con-juction-junction and what happens to a “bill”. (that wants to be a law)
The scariest thing to watch was PBS, where babies come from. (parental permission)
Our evenings were the American Hero, McFixIt the Everything Man,
and where no “man” has gone before.
(no one was mad, as “man” meant humanity…
even clearer, no one had to consider, as it was obvious…why is it no longer that way)
Still, we laughed.
DESSERT TABLE
Yes, it’s a beautiful spread
A tantalizing sight
With not Cezanne depth or solidity, but
Our hostess’ fond delight
She’s gathered not justs -
Not just cakes, cheeses and fruit
But a famous pot of snowball flowers,
A tall bottle of ultra-expensive wine, to boot
Now witness her many noted guests
Completely sated, become indecorous, loud,
A regular old-times gathering –
This flouncy, pot bellied, gut roaring crowd
And there are eager eyes, thrust noses
The sober might spy
Peering through banister slats, through cigar smoke.
For just one taste they would die
A wedge from an extant white, coconut cake,
Circus of green wrapped sweets,
Strawberry shortcake, cheesecake
An invitation what they seek
I fear, though, this luxury shall go elsewhere
The pastries, cheeses, fruits gathered all,
The youngsters, discovered, sent off to bed,
And cookie, chauffeur and butler shall have themselves a ball