from My Vicipedia Komst Borscht (derived from my mum’s recipe) Stock made with 1 good chicken (fryers suck for this), fresh, free range is best 2 sticks celery ½ – 1 onion roughly chopped 1 carrot, 2 if you like the soup a little sweeter pepper corns 2 bay leaves Boil, reduce to low boil
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There is no separate peace for the children of educated Mennonite parents, trying to get their bearings beginning in 1968 in a private boarding school, the boys all marrying out, and all divorced before the 21st century; the girls all marrying in and still married, always exceptions proving the rule.
(JAPANESE) DEATH POEMS
Writing Jisei, is a common practise, or was I know nothing, or less. But is known as Death Poems, the last poems a haiku or most kinds of Zen poets, write.I found as book called Japanese Death Poems at Kelowna’s own Mosaic bookstore, and find much of interest. Here is one especially apt for ALWAYS
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HOW WE DIE
MY PSYCH Says: Imagine a positive outcome!” HOW WE DIE We all want to know HOW when somebody we know, died. – anonymous 1. Did he get his comeuppance a bullet back of the head hands tied/to an overdose. on a backroad to death valley Live or die make the difference clear vote your
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RENOVATIONS
I had a vivid dream. I was invited to go to the consecration of the new Glenlea Mennonite church. The place was packed and I had just been dropped off with a ride on call later in the afternoon, if they were so kind to offer lunch. They weren’t nor was there even a church
... read more.THE SCALE OF MY MISFORTUNE
ANGELS ON MY SHOULDER the scale of my misfortune frightens those about me as my mother said though tell me Tell me something anything before I’m dead. Don’t make me plague your dreams, like last night wanting you to drive us home dad asking where you hid his flat cap bullying you down Main Street
... read more.CAUGHT SPEEDING
SHIFT CHANGE — He was running away he said, when we pulled him over. I asked him from what, thinking maybe there had been a bar fight after closing, though he didn’t look beat up. He had been going over 120 in an 80-kilometer zone. — I wet the bed he replied. — What? —
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LAUGHING MAN
Clean shirt dear writer within, a white shirt with orange and cherry jam stains, but properly buttoned. You weren’t ready for anything this morning. I wasn’t ready for anything this morning, except a thorough sponge bath out of my new basin that overlaps my lap. My new medicine chest (I have many medicines) arrived this
... read more.INTUITION
I IS FOR INTUITION (AND LOTTA OTHER THINGS) INTUITION This is your guess the next will be OPEN TUNING my body my wound so tightly wound around my brain vibrates receiving ideas like starlings murmurer swing into every open neuron
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HÖRT NICHT ZU Gott du hast mir als Kind aus Wagen hoch oft gehoben. Die Engeln singen alle Mit Trost und Gedanken, du gibst mir nur eine Sprache zu lernen lachest du mir auf mein Eisen Baum so spuck ich in deine Augen! Du bist Ubu ubu ubu und mein Wieb sagt’s dem Hund Quit
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