|Posted on March 27, 2013 at 12:40 AM|
In the 90's this hobo freak started this coffee house/community center in Eugene, Oregon.
And when I say hobo freak I mean an iconoclast action taker, thinker and ...I found out much later....
a poet. Scroll down to the bottom for a poem he wrote.
He taught me how to make this raw pie 20 years after that scene, last year.
I adapted it to individual cupcake tins: a tart like Raw-Pie
Crust: 3 parts nuts add 1 part dates in the food processor: press into pie plate or cupcake tins.
Puree: a banana and an avocado, spoon over crust.
Chop: Nectarine, Pear, (puree or chop) mango, 1/4 lime juice Spoon over Banana-Avo pudding.
Slice or Chop Strawberries and Kiwis to decorate the top. Chill. Enjoy!
Here is my offering:
Apologies piled high.
Words upon words upon words.
A hundred thousand times too many.
weak and selfish.
One shy of enough.
You lifted me.
Caressed my trembling hands.
Fed me breast and blood,
youth and fire.
Emptied me of questions and
milked my sorrow of tears.
Made me still.
In return I raised you on
salted wings and despair,
escape and swollen promises.
Forged you in my own painful image,
that beside me you might taste
the sweet depths of relief.
Mine is of Darkness:
Spring murdered by a final,
Dead moths disguised as butterflies
flutter in my wake,
their eyes painted innocent. Childlike.
Shall I make hunger?
Spread thirst and anger?
Death follows no one, takes no orders.
Ancient memories evade her grasp.
Bring with you your cup.
I will cut out it's bottom and wait
with you by the fountains,
till the waters run dry and they flow,
once again, with desire.