Love Poem About Pork Barbecue

I love the way my hands feel right As the pieces of you squeeze through my fingers When I spread all the niceties of the spices and herbs and chilli flakes that makes the harmony reverb. The recipe comes down like a song; a poem; a ray of light As I marinate you overnight.   Under […]

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The first time

Eyes welled up. Goosebumps through my spine. Concussion like feeling like someone banging in the back of my brain with a fuckin sledgehammer. That was the first time I tasted Wasabi.

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