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Happy July 1st!

At around midnight, well, about thirty minutes past, under the persistance of my little sister and a box of brownie mix that we acquired, I made brownies.
I think I was mostly influenced to bake something because of my July 2014 to-do list… Yes, I know that the words read “bake a cake”, but anytime that something can keep ME in the kitchen and it’s not to have coffee or tea, should be noted and celebrated…. And I did celebrate, by eating two of the brownies and myyyyy are they sweet…. You could say that’s how I celebrated the coming of July…..☺
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Hello Everyone

Long time, no blog post…. I know and I’m sorry to any of the followers who may still be around.

For most people in the world, it’s summertime and like many of my fellow Chicagoans, we are NOT complaining about the heat because of the artic abuse we suffered early this year.

The point of this post is to share my July 2014 to-do list, since we are on the eve July 1st.

JULY 2014

I. Collect seashells
II. Stand at the water’s edge/sit on a towel to gaze out across the water
III. Read “Gift from The Sea” by Anne Morrow Lindbergh
IV. Use fisherman’s netting to decorate a table top with a bottle of sand and seashells
V. Stargaze
VI. Experience the beauty and power of nature during a thunderstorm
VII. Read “Out of The Garden: Women Writers on The Bible” edited by Christina Buchman and Celina Speigel and eat a red apple
VIII. Read “Like Water for Chocolate”, “Reckless Appetite” by Jacqueline Deval, “Catering to Nobody” by Diane Matt Davidson, “Dying for Chocolate” by D.M. Davidson, “Cereal Murders” by D.M. Davidson
IX. Enjoy Mexican enchiladas with chocolate sauce while watching “Like Water for Chocolate”
Chinese takeout for “Eat, Drink, Man, Woman”
French cuisine de femme for “Babette’s Feast’
X. Read “The Cake Bible” by Rose Levy Berenbaum
XI. Bake a cake

I’ll be honest and say I don’t dabble in too much DIY, I have read “Like Water for Chocolate” before and I’ve seen the movie twice, as for the other authors, I’ve never heard of them before, so if you have, I would enjoy any opinions on their work. I love movies and eating and doing them together. And I look forward to baking a cake, for the first time. (Yes, I know,  I’m very slow…😆)

If you take any ideas from this list, feel free and let me know of your experience.

Ciao😗

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Devotion

Was it Love? That made me follow
you into darkness…
So long ago it seemed, I recognized
ME in the mirror… before I broke
the glass, trying to find you

My fingertips bled, as I tried to
put my life back together… I
bandaged my heart but it soon came
apart… I glued my  soul whole,
but once I shed a tear, it quickly
dissolved…

Don’t you want to Love me?
Lie naked with me? See my eyes
under the moonlight? Sit next to
me in your car?
Don’t you WANT my love?

written: June 26, 2013

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“Eine Kleine Nachtmusik”

… to set the mood, for me and you
so we can dream of sparkly stars
while we dance under a supermoon…

… to help me pour the wine without
my shaking hands, I’ll ease into my lace black dress and throw my book elsewhere

… to calm my nerves so that I play the right song, to give Vienna a
smile, hugging myself, I’ll sip a
glass of port before I take a dive into the night

… to gain the audacity to say Guten tag and Mein name ist…,
to lay a rose on Mozart’s grave
thorns-and-all with bleeding red petals… to help me kiss the wind…

written: February 1, 2013

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2013: 365

my morning coffee should
wake you up
soaked onto my lips
I’ll  give you a kiss…
my dear, my sweetheart
I know that you adore me
‘cuz you’ve set me on fire
to light up the night

surprise me with lunch one day
soup, then bananas and a Stella Artois
I’ll smoke only on Wednesdays
after the deer start to wander
in the park
and they start to dance with each
other

Sunday is the Lord’s day; the day to
write poems and anonymous letters
the day to drink Earl Grey tea
when darkness falls, I’ll put on a
dress and my gold earrings and
walk the streets in search of your
love….

written: January 9, 2013

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The Stuff of Poetry

The day I realized that I was a poet
it was almost midnight
on the day of the week
when birds read to the trees…

My eyes were always open, it’s just I
started to see in green and FEEL MUSIC on my skin instead of hearing it with my ears..

From then on, I read differently:
no longer for entertainment or
education, but to fall in love…

Food did’nt taste the same or maybe, I began to eat different foods and savor
hand- clasped lovers on the streets at night…

More attracted to books than ever…
I upgraded easily from bookworm to
bibliophile; I just breathe better around books, like how I feel better with alcohol

I began to see poems everywhere… with a squirrel in the park, a lone child on a swing or a hobo on a bench… I realized that there were as many poems as there are grains of sand
on the beach… and so I asked
myself, “Where do all of these poems come from?”

I soon answered myself when I put my pen to the paper and the words fell from the sky…

written: October 19, 2010

-emmjaepenniman

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2013: 365

my morning coffee should
wake you
soaked into my lips
I’ll give you a kiss…
my dear, my sweetheart
I know you adore me
‘cuz you’ve set me on fire
to light up the night

surprise me with lunch one day
soup, then bananas and a Stella Artois
I’ll smoke only on Wednesdays
after the deer start to wander
in the park
and they start to dance with each
other

Sunday is the Lord’s day; the day to
write poems and anonymous letters
the day to drink Earl Grey tea
when darkness falls, I’ll put on a
dress and my gold earrings and
walk the streets in search of your love…

written: January 9, 2013

-emmjaepenniman

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SICK DAY

when she’s sick, it’s fear of the cold
against her throat
it’s badly scrambled eggs, tea and
generic ibuprofen
while Francoiz Breut plays ALL DAY
LONG

she’s cold, but hot at the same time
peut-etre all she can do is read
but there ARE so many choices
it’s quite overwhelming
so much so, she can’t breathe

WATER, no, wine, that’s what
she needs
but she wants Coca- Cola and to
watch Cocteau’s Orpheus ONE MORE TIME, to re-read all of her old diaries,
imagine old photos that she was
too scared to take

“how can I pose? my jeunesse is
lifeless
like a raisin or a slice of bread…”

-emmjaepenniman

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Thinking of YOU

I thought of you mid- December
when we had met years ago
in late summer…

Today is Tuesday
Today is the last day
Today is the day that I…

I start this story with a line-
a lie-
“we were in love from the beginning”
I’m trying, I’m trying, I’m trying
therefore losing
myself in you

Time for tea, time for two
to dance the night away;
in a life long dream

written: December 11, 2012

-emmjaepenniman

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crazy for your love…

sharp pains,
like love lost
in the pit of
my stomache
my beloved
churning,
and churning
with a jagged
knife

I love you
therefore
I want to love
you, and so,
I want to kill you
and eat your heart
beating loudly,
your blood dripping
off my chin…

hold me close
hold me tight
DON’T EVER LET
GO
just spin me,
around, and around…

written: December 11, 2012

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