Showing posts with label baking. Show all posts
Showing posts with label baking. Show all posts

Saturday, February 17, 2024

He's No Emperor

Well, we have to eat,
even as genocide, rapes,
atomic arsenals, and pious
bigotry persist, destroy, so

I roast beets. With a paring 
knife, I peel off dull hides,
reveal purple fiber of the roots.
Purple ink stains my fingers.

Has anyone painted with beet
juice? Chopped into small
pieces, the beets go in a
hot oven. When they're roasted

soft, I take them out, dribble
honey and shake salt on them,
serve with pasta and a simple
marinara sauce & a green salad,

plus a shared slice of a quick
raisin oat-bread I baked. I like
cooking for me and my wife.
It's a good thing, basic,

necessary. And about all
the influence I have
on the world, for as things
stand, I'm no emperor. 

hans ostrom 2024

Tuesday, May 15, 2018

Inside the Cake

Tonight I feel as if
I'm inside an invisible
cake. Reality cake.

I didn't have anything
to do with baking
a cake. I don't know

who baked it, or if
it just baked itself.
I'm simply inside the

cake. Tonight that's
all right. I don't have
to know why the

cake exists or why
I am inside it or why
reality is this cakiness.



hans ostrom