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Next week it will be April. How is that possible? I decided a while back to focus on food poems. There is just something about food, family, and feasts. Do you have a favorite recipe? Or a utensil that maybe has been in your family forever that you love using? I’ve been thinking about these things of late (and before sheltering in place).
And for today a Golden Shovel poem.
When You Speak of Love
Food is our common ground, a universal experience.
~James Beard
When you speak of love is food
a nugget of your language? Is
food a morsel of your soul, our
connective tissue, the common
thread that roots itself in the ground.
Seedlings that sprout in a
garden of words, our universal
truths, and experience
©jone rush macculloch, (2020, draft)
Consider yourself invited to the food fest.
STUDENT POETRY POSTCARDS
There is still time for Student Poetry Postcards. In this time of social distancing, they might bring cheer.
I have about fifty postcards created by students. I want to sent them off to good homes for National Poetry Month. Please sign up below.
Jone Rush MacCulloch 
Oh, food. This is just the perfect theme for right now as we are all necessarily homebound. And I love your golden shovel!
Yay! I’m so happy to see the postcards again! Are these leftovers from years past?
No, I was able create new with a couple of classes before the shut down.
Awesome!!!! ❤️❤️❤️
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When I took a class on Emergency Preparedness, they mentioned that people need to have treats on hand (and not just practical emergency foods) to keep morale up. The way we feel can be really tied to our feelings about food. Hope you have fun with your project!
I love the idea of food poems. I definitely show love and concern with food (as well as deal with stress). Let’s just say we are eating well while we are all at home together.
What fun! I can’t wait for your food poems!
I believe I already signed up. What a great project! Food memories? At my family’s restaurant when I was a child, fried chicken was the specialty. I never eat it anymore, for several reasons, but I miss it and still remember the smell of it just out of the fryer.
Yes, wonderful, will love your poems, I’m sure, Jone. Food is that ‘common thread’. I have recipes, but a piece of equipment I cherish is a cast-iron skillet that was a grandmother’s. It’s mostly all I use unless I need a huge one for company. It’s mid-size & just right for me! Best to you & family this challenging time.
Looking forward to your NPM project!! Could you please send me the image file of your badge so I can add your info to the NPM Kidlitosphere Roundup? Thanks.
Will do.
Jone, your subject choice for National Poetry Month is one that I just love. #QuarantineLife is filled with healthy food choices and a hint of sinful desserts. Thank you for adding me to the Student Poetry Postcards’ list. I just love this project!