Okay, hardly anyone played along with the MBIP Mystery Meat game and that was a little disappointing, but what are you going to do?
The Mystery Meat contest was a bit of a dud! We only got four guesses over at facecrack.
Scott Naslund had the correct answer, which was Johnny’s Italian Steakhouse in East Peoria!
Here’s a link to that meaty post.
Even though I’m taking the week off, I want to post something here everyday, so I thought I’d make a new poem from my 48 word poem generator on top of my refrigerator.
My friend Joe Freedman, from The Sarabande Press made this and it’s one of my all-time favorite things!
Basically he took the 48 words from the Emily Dickinson poem, “Hope” is the thing with feathers,” burned them into separate pieces of wood and you can randomly use them to generate new poems, using her words from this legendary poem. I thought we’d do a different poem every day till the blog comes back this Saturday.
Let’s take a look at today’s poem.
And here is today’s poem:
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“That storm,
stops the little heard,
sweetest words.”
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Hey look…I’m a poet and yes, I do know it!
Okay, I’m on vacation, so I’ve got a bunch of shit to do. We’ll see you all tomorrow!
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