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Missing you
May 16, 2022 Orcas Island Missing you, We went camping. I mostly sat near the fire and stared into space, which was nice. I haven’t been able to focus and am even having trouble finding space in my mind to write this, but I’m enjoying the confusion I feel instead of fearing it. Having more than one day off for the first time in too long reminded me that we all need time to rest, so I want to find a way to prioritize that more in the coming months. I had ideas, wrote them down, and let go of them. [%%] and I read the story “Compulsory Games” by Robert Aickman aloud one morning, which helped us realize how funny and ridiculous it was.
By Joe Nasta | Seattle foodie poet11 months ago in Journal
Read when you're in Miami
2/25/25 Mac's Club Deuce, Miami FL You will always be my special friend, Drinking a Jai Alai & a margarita at this dive in my twin's old neighborhood. This was where she had her first legal drink at 21. The first time I came to visit her, we were reunited for the first time in years after we'd left home. She lived in an apartment blocks from the beach with someone she doesn't know any more. Life works like that; we spend so much time with our special friends, lovers, even family members that we don't see again once the tide goes out.
By Joe Nasta | Seattle foodie poet11 months ago in Wander
Friend
April 30, 2022 Hellbent Brewing, Lake City Friend, I’m drinking Citra IPA at Hellbent Brewing. Alacrán is sniffing around the picnic table, excited by the aroma of all the other dogs that have been around recently. He gets excited every time we come here and even when we pass on walks the furry guy starts towards the entrance expectantly. Cass and I used to call the couches upstairs our “living room,” and my coworkers come for catch-ups and spicy book club meetings. Today, Al and I are here by ourselves because I had some quarters to use 75 cents at a time at the pool table.
By Joe Nasta | Seattle foodie poetabout a year ago in Writers
Read when you want flowers. Top Story - December 2024.
Create your own love, Every year I collect flowers. Fresh, I stick them into the NHL Winter Classic travel mug I took from the lost and found at my last job. After they die in the stagnant water, I thread my favorite stems in a piece of chicken wire I hang in the corner of my apartment. It's the end of the year and I love all of my flowers, but they're dead. It's time to move on.
By Joe Nasta | Seattle foodie poetabout a year ago in Journal
Lover
April 18, 2022 Vesuvio Cafe, North Beach Lover, I’m drinking an Irish coffee at Vesuvio Cafe, sitting upstairs in the window gazing out at Jack Kerouac alley longingly. What a freaking cliché, but honestly I love myself right now. Over the past few months, I have been spending time with pieces of me that have been hidden away for various reasons. I’m enjoying using things like wounded masculinity, a boyish sense of humor, and undeniable love for Jack Kerouac (lofl) to generate new writing and multimedia performance.
By Joe Nasta | Seattle foodie poetabout a year ago in Writers
Read when you're hungry
Take a break, You should really eat. I've got a couple of Japanese yams we can cook together in my yellow oven. A bit of agave nectar, butter, and brown sugar before we bake them will do the trick. I never asked you: Do you like pork chops? I'd like to eat pork chops with you. And creamed corn. I can tell that you're hungry. The next time we hang out let me take you out for dinner. I've got a great restaurant in mind, or you can let me know what you're feeling. Maybe ramen?
By Joe Nasta | Seattle foodie poetabout a year ago in Poets
7 Sweet Spots to Celebrate National Dessert Day in Seattle
You work hard! You deserve a sweet little treat and a refreshing beveragino any time of year, but when National Dessert Day comes each October 14 you absolutely must savor something delicious. I asked friends on X which desserts they'd be most excited for and made sure to include their choices on my list.
By Joe Nasta | Seattle foodie poetabout a year ago in Feast
