Plantain Chips Plantain chips here I come My favourite snack at large The drier it is the better it is made from plantain Yellow when ripe Green when unripened you slice it into different shapes Some cubes some circles Some quite elongated and sliced Plantain…

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Alrighty – hour 9 with the prompt “hold this on your tongue”   Poem 9: If you hold this on your tongue and let it dissolve like a fresh fallen snowflake two days before your birthday you will engrain this taste into your memory.  …

Forgetting yourself is not divine Understand that age is the only concern. Her gaze, lust, seductive honey It ignites your desires and glances You get confused in your imagination. When she accidentally encounters The nerves in you are out of tune You are a depressed…

Hour 8 – Journey   I would walk to the end of the world with you I don’t know where it starts or where it ends.   Any time of day or night, I’d be ready even if we got stuck along the way all…

life does not owe you anything, even if you think so, love does not owe you anything, even if someone loves you too,   happiness is not necessary, neither is sadness, the way you live is dependent on none but you, if you get luck…

The song rings out, a sweet melody of violence laced with the unforgiving butchery. Steel whistling throughout out the rank ally way air, shots matching the butchery.   Her strike pure, my sight obscured, as crimson smog clouds the atmosphere. For I, the audience of…

Hour Eight – Gigans must be 16 lines in length with seven stanzas (each stanza is separated by a line break). It goes couplet (two lines), tercet (three lines), couplet, couplet, couplet, tercet, couplet. The first line is also the eleventh line, line six is…

Cooking seafood is a treat Making Lobster sweet Dropping sauce Sipping tequila in a kitchen discrete. copyright(c)2022 Roxann Lawrence

For this one, a friend of mine specifically requested a poem about ramen – so here we go, but since I just wrote a recipe poem for 7 – I’ll have to do something different for 8.   Poem 8: An ode to Ramen: This…