Substantial Sustenance

OMIGOD That is SUPERB !! (all new need is a plate of fresh gagh(serpent worms),followed by Heart of targ and a dessert course of Blood pie….Delicous detail Lisa,well done ,awesome dramatic edge !!

God…arrggg!! this is brilliant…. I love this…it has such heartbroken mystery..like a beautiful film or a haunting piece of music. There’s so much story here Lisa.
You meanie. You’re too good at this ;)
hugs

That is disgustingly fantastic, Lisa. What an amazing walk home.

incredible Lisa!! just…. awesome….(& gruesome). I agree with Erin- what an amazing walk home..

Lisa this is ….OMG

Vivid and brilliant. I love it.

Oh… by… fuck…

IhavetogoreadthisagainrightNOW!

A slasher poem for sure. It is brilliant, well written and BANG the point is made.
I like it Lisa – I like it when it’s hammered home.

Rog

Arghhhhhh … but brilliant. I read it 3 times, and definetely, yes, brilliant.

And you told me this was going to be weird and non understandable…freakin shit hot Lisa…maybe you should walk home every day…wooohooo!!! xox

Are you writing stage scenes in your head?
Incredible expression!
Is this from an ancient almanac, or are “you “an ancient messenger?
You have aroused something deep inside, I’m hungry!

omfg….this is hot, yet sick, yet sad, yet beautiful, yet vulgar, yet genius, all put into a blender on a cedar bench

Being a chef..this all makes sense to me…honestly…
This is brilliant lovely, my kind of writing I totally enjoyed every word ;)

What no more? Next chapter please.

Lucky Klingon

s-p-e-e-c-h-l-e-s-s !!!!

The extended metaphor and sometimes gruesome imagery got my adrenaline going like nothing else! A beautiful summary of true betrayal.

How curious and magical this is…but undoubtedly macabre, with a realm of darkness at its core, to me at least. It brings to mind images of alchemy…....now I’m somewhat alarmed to go walking by the creek with you! I would like to read more of this…

Wow Lisa this is amazing…blew my mind reading this one, as I get a clear visual of the events….Now that would make an interesting painting…..mmmmmm
Powerful stuff, and yes agree with demon, maybe you should walk home more often…..hugs xoxoxo

Gawd…I could keel over and die right now. Perfection indeed…be proud of this.

Lisa that is AMAZING writing – more so, amazing imagination!

Fuck, this is great Lisa – not sure how I missed this one; what sensational writing!

I’m not sure what to say, it’s kinda left me in a bit of a spin;
but I want to read it again….

OMG….just as well I’m reading this (over and over) with a glass of red. I had to throw a full glass back to settle my nerves.
This is excellent, what’s even more amazing is how easy for me it was to trip into the character.
Brb another red is needed!
Ahh thats better!
It’s amazing what you can think of on a lonely walk home :-)
Macabre…definitely….gruesome…..oh yeah…...but it’s also beautiful.
Simple in verse but sooo much depth in the story telling.
Brilliant!!

fuck, excuse my language…my god…what a creative…hard hitting..beautiful horror this is…loved it.

Vengeance. I will be wary, but I do not find you scary.

Well, many of the people who have commented have taken the words right out of my mouth….this is what writing is all about…this is why I love it so. Oh my…..it really gets no better than this. This is a masterpiece… a priceless work of art from a true artist…thank you for sharing this. You emptied me with this one…...I will hungrily read the rest of your work. My goodness…...

you are quite the writer, pure magic here….maybe a bit dark, but, in my world magic has no color if it works

sometimes, the darkness conveys better than the light….

Wonderful! But I can tell you this: the cookbook won’t sell. ;-)

:-0

what a way to convey a powerful message!! xxxx

Thats what I love in your writings, They make my thoughts dance… WOW

now why would you think i would like something as creepy as a human feast on memories but … i am touched nonetheless

very creative i will say, need any half broken heart / alcohol abused liver in that mix ? jk

i did like the metaphor, i was just being a wise ass

It’s a beautiful thing i never read before lisa! Congratulations! XO

Wow, this takes putting a bit of yourself into your cooking to a new level. Nigella Lawson eat your heart out, literally. Oh to be a guest at that table. wonderful work Lisa

What an incredible piece of writing. Love it

hahaha thats awsome!! just gimme the bowl and let me lick it lol ;)

Unreal. I love it, you’re amazing!

This is FUCKING AMAZING Lisa! An instant Favorite!

wow, I am speechless…this is a tour de force. It takes cooking up a poem to a whole other level. This is genius. Love it !! :)

I heaved darling….not into body barbecue….the analogy, your writing and all the imagery and emotion here is superb!! xx

Don’t quite know how to comment, there is so much of an endearing quality you make the reader feel, a sympathy…. you watch him mince his brains like you watch a kid make a mudpie and say isnt that cute, like he’s safely supervised, permitted to go on his journey, loved?

It definitely hit a few notes, the six invitations in particular, quite shamanic.

Thanks for directing me here, hope you’re enjoying this winter’s day, I’m about to eat pumpkin soup, and as it stands, from a cedar bench….

there are, of course, two distinctly different ways to be cooked. the first is the most heartbreaking. where, powerless to do more than watch, one is consumed by those closest – and by ones own passions, memories. at the end of the meal there are only bones to be scraped and burnt. the other is by choosing a recipe in advance, by bringing all the ingredients together (and throwing away anything that won’t taste right) and, through heat, making all these disparate elements into a single unified meal for self-consumption. until i read your poem i had thought the second way to be the most noble. but now i wonder – did he offer them what they had already taken, as a final protest, or was it freely given. an artwork lain at the feet of philistines out of love. a tragic diva or a saint?
and we all do this, don’t we? perhaps artists are the worst because we offer our meals to any who will eat.
your writing is elegant and clever – thought-provoking – it has left me both nourished and perplexed (like all true art must)

Yes! Yes! and Yes! This is a truly remarkable piece of writing…this would make a fantastic and macabre short story, as there is so much hidden between the lines…
So very descriptive, visceral and it’s making me hungry for more!!!

Congratulations

Elizium x

a satiating poem to be sure…..
namaste

... a dark sweat shudders from the brow, terrified it takes flight to purge itself of this heartless creator… grinding over the pale grey skin to dive off the cracks of the sombre moist smile that shines with a lifeless blinding white of perfect teeth…
.... awoken on the seventh… to nothing but myself… scorch my flesh for ever having sinned a flirt with hope… all i can do is grin… i am human… i am
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wow… Such a powerful work conjured deep imagery within… thank you

Now that’s what I call fucking Sustenance…! brilliant write! :)

OMG…a macabre but incredibly incisive masterpiece !!!You are the master chef of all words!!:)

p.s i meant you are the master chef of Poetry…your ingredient words like exotic Indian spices lingering on the mental palette long after they have been consumed …truly special and perceptive writing even when it burns the throat or is a bit queezee in the tummy :)xo

Really incredible Lisa … don’t think I can really add to what others above have said. I wonder what he does in fact taste like.