It’s simple! Add the desired amount of each to your rice cooker, then add enough water for each food. The press cook and wait. It’s that easy!
This will work in a pot, you simply must be more diligent with the timing as each type of food requires different cooking times.
To sit in the warmth
Of the rays of the sun is
What fills me with life
A beautiful day
Turned forboding with gray clouds
Brimming with night rain
My recent untitled haiku posts are in no way connected to the category labeled “untitled” from laydbibo.com.
I am not going to title 17 syllable poems.
Tears wait patiently
In the corner of her eye
To cross her temple
Clouds cast shadows over
Rolling mountain peaks and valleys
To contrast the sun’s light
He danced with his arms flung out
There was no sound, not a note to be heard
Yet he turned round and round,
head thrown back — feet stepping high
ascending an unseen stairway — to nowhere
To the primal beat intertwined
Voices of the Angels lifted in song —
His face dripping unknown pain
Twisting him into some demonic thing
With a werewolf’s smile
— Can I see me through your eyes —
What image is it that you have created for me?
— When I look into your eyes I see swirls
of mercury… tossing like waves
over my entire body, drenching me —
and I shiver… seek out the warmth
of your skin… which must radiate from the cold silver flame in your eyes
and they way you always
smell like flowers… brown sugar.
— She was strong when you were weak —
Her eyes were dry when you wept —
she made you a man — the man you are —
Now she is tired and she weeps — can you care for her?
— Did you hear what he said about us?
Symbiotic and sickly clinging…
You are a new kind of parasite and all
you owe me is nothing you can give —
though you feed me your poison —
to make me your nourishment —
So that you may thrive and I may cry
out in my darkness, flickering candlelight
casts my writhing shadow on a wall —
from where the spectators gather to watch —
Do you feel the drip in your throat —
the thudding… this is the taste, this
is the surge — of unbridled aggression.
And so begin circling one another —
heads down, eyes glaring, tails risen —
high up in the air, forked and deadly with
points sharp as daggers —
Waiting to strike — our circle grows closer
with each turn, until we are intertwined…
One now, so only one will emerge alive —
Thrashing together and apart!
Wounding and wounded, both of us —
Fire sprays in all direction around us…
and the watchers draw back — gasping —
We screech in agony and rage —
A bite on the back of the neck…
And it is done… We separate now —
You — fall dead to the ground — and so
the battlefield tastes its blood…
wallows in it… so I spit —
and walk away… In disgust —
yet exalted and gratified —
It is finally over!