food
christmas pigs, or the perils of inviting a poem-writer to lunch
By baruk on December 25, 2009
what is it about christmas and food? the pig in the pot of the wild hills of home, or the pig on a spit of the kiribati islands? here we are civilised settled, though and call it ham. but with good friends and laughter (and potatoes on the side) it is a feast; and more, [...]
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under the party tree
By baruk on December 17, 2009
under the party tree lie the carcasses of ice cream cones and the tortured remains of a pizza hell hath no fury like a school on picnic.
christmas smells
By baruk on December 6, 2009
this christmas has a different smell. none of the pine quickened charcoal fires of a biting winter night or the pork-and-mustard-leaf happiness the stench of tribal feasting. this christmas is lush fed by a swollen river and shaded by the broad leafed trees of tane’s mighty garden. and try as i might i cannot smell [...]
