Stars are organic fruit.
They taste better than most things in the universe.
And have the best soil.
Comets and planets just live in juice.
A constellation doesn’t look like much.
Until a human mind strikes its outer edges.
Continuity.
Evolution.
Tastes like truffle olive oil.
From far away.
Legato she knows me
To which both the sky
and earth shall make
The day beautiful for
her arrival.
Remembering to put
Garlic oil in the repellent
And to add garlic to the
Cheesy spread.
A perfection is what they
we're aiming for.
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To make decadent chocolate truffles infused with truffle oil
, heat 1 cup of heavy cream plus a pinch of cayeene pepper
until hot, pour it over
1 pound of chopped dark chocolate, 1/4 cup of chopped black walnuts
and let it sit for 5 minutes. Stir until smooth, mix in 2 teaspoons of
white or black truffle oil, chill the ganache until firm,
roll into balls, and dust with cocoa powder
5 cups of shredded beef
2 cups of caramelized onions
6 T of minced garlic
1 cup of minced green pepper
3/4 cups minced celery
5 cups of sliced mushrooms caramelized
2 cups of mixed provolone and mozzarella
1 teaspoon each of thyme,basil,orgango,,paprika
1 cups of sour cream
2 cups of beef broth
1/4 of nutty brown roux 1/4 of flour+1/4 cup of butter
4 teaspoons of toasted sesame seeds in 5 T of olive oil
2 T of cayeene pepper
10 cups of cooked rice ( 5 cups of white and 5 cups of wild rice)
toast seeds set aside add cayeene to olive oil remove from heat pour over seeds set aside.
sauteeveggies celery, onions,garlic, dset aside, sautee mushrooms remove from pan.
in a sauce pan make roux add broth add sour cream add seeds and cayeene. don't thicken set aside add the cheese.
mix cooked beef and mushrooms and rice in a large bowl
add the sauce and veggies
toss and mix evenly. add to cassorole dish and bake at 360 for 20 minutes.
serve hot and enjoy
A cigar and an egg
(a memory of a ritual encounter)
Pay Papa Death bell tolls
Dancing radiants of fluorescent sunlight
Incense choking the drums
Will it work? Perhaps.
Watch him collapse
That —
Monolith man obsessed with life and mammon
That —
Homunculus bastard born of a womb-less night
White ovum cracked on her arched back
Yellow vitellus crawls down her ass crack
The magician needs it all
Ingest
That Protoplasm trimester truffle
Before the god and his people suffer
Without need of the preacher’s seed
Oh, but the saints doth bleed
And hath bled
And doth live
And hath been dead
But the rite finds its purchase
The egg has been lost
Results are their purpose
But each with their cost
The price thus to be paid:
A dollar for a spell
And a life for a babe
The Play:The Crucible
with Music by:Mastro Astéri Tis Dimofilís Mousikís
and the Thematic Orchestra
Front of House
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performance, and logistical jargon
from the performer's perspective
repeating a phrase to fill time
Essential stage musician
Upstaged backstage
they sang the new song
then the original cast of singers
looked to them with a sadness
that was visible and bowed to
their successors without a fuss
or argument
When the curtain opened
they had been prepared to
entertain flabbergasted
the delay in the starting of the show
had the audience worried
but when the show began everyone was
flabbergasted
Black Garlic and White Truffle Sauce
"Aint Gonna Waste My Time (loving You)
written by: Diggle Dame Domoss and Tangle Tanner Tissle
of "Do Rite Music Company"
A Media One Music Affliate
A headline in the red tops,
Tabloid front pages as well,
A story the media vied
To be the first to tell.
A Revolution in medicine,
Really something very big,
The first time a human
Received the heart of a pig.
A little genetic engineering
Was all they would need
And so with care they bred
A pig of a suitable breed.
They took time and effort
So that they could prepare
For a successful procedure
And after surgery care.
He got a new life
His dreams came true
Once again he was able
To do things he used to do.
Only one slight problem,
In trees he would start to snuffle,
And, going down on all fours
He’d start to hunt for truffle.
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Chocolates stacked in crimson rows,
each truffle wrapped in satin bows.
But one sat lonely—why, who knows?
Savor for later!
Florist sighed, her roses wept,
petals curled where lovers stepped.
One bloom remained—its vigil kept.
A non-vacator!
White truffle shavings on yesterday's toast~
that's how poems begin. Not with grand themes,
but with the nightclub’s stamp fading on your wrist
as you scrub pans. Ink bleeds like old promises.
Stigmatizations? We all carry them.
The page doesn't judge. It waits, blank as snowfall
before boot prints. Poetic lines are trenches
dug in silence. Dig deeper.
Fallibility is the poet's compass.
True north points toward the next word, trembling.
Dry stacked
the walls arched
We're a window quadruple
Paned stood statuesed
Risened and marbled
the counter top
the unfinished mastering
the beams, the beams
She spoke
As we on the unfinished floor
had in reproduction
Created our first child
Months later I sat there
With a bottle of wine
Smoking a cigar
Smiling in happiness
Knowing some foolish truffle
Would challenge our happiness
Some unexpected frivle would
try to undermine our togetherness
Which word to speak might God
Protect us
Then again what words to speak
Might we again be as one
They shall oppose all things
to have me shake my fist at the
Angred by the frustration of not belonging
So that my efforts of failing her and him
Would be in vain
Might they hiss like snakes
to speak us in tenses
The suns of each tomorrow
Be days of us together
Billet-doux left on my pillow
One red rose with fancy lace ribbon
~ Belgian truffle seals the deal
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Oh love defined
Might this troubled world to
See
In blissfulness
You and me
Wicked who oppose
Shall be redeemed
To speak us as one
Ah love redeemed
Sought the frails
Must They trouble
To find
I have a love
So sweet and kind
Oh mercy we
Might We to bare
Us redeemed
A concuss bare
Sweet the love
We pledge to share
To consimate
A humbled care
To procreate
And truffle not
We as one
And those begotten
they may not laugh
If they take my hand
We as one
Before a world to stand
Lovers cow
To be as one
Our new days
Have just begun
Whereas we
In joyful bliss
To stand as one
The pride in bliss
Happy we
As love unfolds
To stake our claims
And defined our goals
A banner of
Christ we bare
In joyful love
The mentions share
To be as one
To welcome in
Biides and grooms
Toast our new kin
on smooth hot rock I sat in reverie
after a hallucinogenic drink of
mushroom, poppies and truffle
imagination soared like bald eagle
throwing twin twigs with sigh
up I flew landing on a rainbow in
lucid dream ~
saw tinker bell fairies in pastel lace
with mauve daisy hats to face
sucking honeyed cream in wild glee
cherubs singing whimsy chorals
skipped to amethyst abode awaiting
dragonflies lighted a willow way
swans mated on water lily bay, say !
petal pond elves smiling away
secretly inside a Crystal Palace
of chanting High Priestesses pure
sat Lord-Lady of visualisations
with blue-green eyes, beard of silver
hay, not all could wander this way
he fed me mango manna ambrosia
gifted a garland of lotus snow white
a sapphire pen dripping indigo ink
to serpentine scribe enchanting
song on a rainbow in ruby
slink-slink !
Forest dreams as tender as a whisper
soft spoken wishes in the penumbra of night
Divinely assembled beneath a scried heaven
we live, we breathe, we follow...
The evening plants begin to respire
and the trees close up for the evening retreat.
We sit and meditate while the dusk settles in,
the candles burn surrounding us with light !
Woodland scents permeate the humid air
black orchid with notes of black truffle,
patchouli, and vanilla, rum-soaked in black.
We are never lost when we find ourselves
centered as a Buddha in the thick of light
Tibetan flutes and magical newts by the lake
each breath we take is an intake of peace
we are semi-aquatic beings in the wildlife
Forest reveries as vivid as lucid dreams of old
we stay green and pend, until we turn to gold.
Serpents, scorpions, owls,
Swingers, stingers, wise old gals,
Dogs, bones, bow wow wows,
Paws, purrs, cat's meows.
Canines, felines, feral creatures,
Headlines, deadlines, double features,
Ping, pong, pink expressions,
Sing, song, apprehensions.
Sows, cows, milk-bag givers,
Scaredy-cats and chicken livers,
Porky pigs and truffle treasures,
Dorky wigs and other pleasures.
Polywogs and rollie pollies,
Gollygogs and holly holies,
Ice cream trucks and cone packers,
Dumb clucks and silly quackers.
Gritty Kitty, kitty litter,
Nitwitty babysitter,
Baby bottles, bubble slumbers,
Rubber baby buggy bumpers.
All around are funny creatures,
Rabbit Ears and bunny features,
Serpents, scorpions, and owls,
Trick-or-treaters call them pals.
1&1/2cups of chopped mushrooms
1/4 cup of drained chopped spinach
4 tablespoons of minced turkey liver
1 cup of chopped cooked bacon
1/4 cup of yellow bell pepper minced
1/2 cup dried parmesan cheese
1 cup of chopped olives
1 teaspoon of anchovy paste
5 tablespoons of minced garlic
1 cup of chopped onions
3 tablespoons of sour cream
5 tablespoons of heavy cream
2 tablespoons of olive oil
1 tablespoon of red pepper flakes
1 teaspoon of dried thyme
1 tablespoon of lemon juice
2 tablespoons of sundried tomato flakes
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The Making of The Mallard Mimic
thinly sliced potatoes layered
in rows
and fried in duck fat
to accompany the dish......_
filling for Mallard Mimic
Turkey
stuffed (with the above)
with prosciutto and swiss cheese
Puff pastry wrapped in
swiss and prosciutto
egg yolked glazed
with truffle powder and pork rind
crumbles
and hollindise
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