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Bloody Mary
"Ew, I would never drink a Bloody Mary! It's like chugging over-salted pasta sauce," your friend says with a bit of a superior air. She's always making grand statements and rolling her eyes; you love her because she knows what she likes and always lets you know what's on her mind. Your big group of pals are just about to order drinks at the trendy new brunch spot she saw on TikTok, but now you're second guessing whether you should try the tomato-based vodka drink for the first time.
By Joe Nasta | Seattle foodie poetabout a year ago in Proof
Road Trippers: Don't Forget This Tangy And Spicy Beef Jerky
Lackadaddy, we're on the road again! Nothing ahead but the never-ending expanse of the highway and the great American landscape unfolding outside your rolled-down windows. Your tires turn as you journey from the arid deserts of the Southwest through the towering Rockies, across the corn field plains of the Midwest, to the crowded cities of the Northeast. You and your copilot savor the music you play for each other, quiet moments together, the unforgettable sights and memories you make. Oh, and of course the delectable road trip snacks you brought. The special snacks enjoyed with loved ones in new places often hold a special place in our hearts for years to come.
By Joe Nasta | Seattle foodie poetabout a year ago in Wander
Baja Blast Lovers Are In For A Frosty Treat At Taco Bell
Crunchwrap Supreme and Doritos Locos Taco lovers have been sipping cold, refreshing Baja Blast for 20 years! Starting September 3, they can enjoy the signature drink in an exciting way. Just like Aubrey Plaza in Mtn Dew's Super Bowl LVIII commercial, they could be having a blast.
By Joe Nasta | Seattle foodie poetabout a year ago in Feast
Good Afternoon
Mar 30, 2022 Double J Saloon Good afternoon, I’ve been talking to dead people — sometimes out loud! I’m drinking a Bloody Mary at Double J’s on Lake City Way thinking about youthful American masculinity at 3 PM in the afternoon. I’m obsessed with someone who seems to glorify it, calls it pure and innocent. I don’t know if I agree, but I do see the gleam: Earlier this week my coworker was so shocked I am in the Navy that he followed up, wanted to hear more. Multiple times that I’ve dressed more heteromasculine-conforming to work, my manager has pointed out my appearance. I’m not good at being in the Navy but maybe I’m great at dressing like it. I guess considering myself as one type of “American” or another has shaped the ways I perceive myself, and I acknowledge the ways I am expected to present my image to the world. I’m interested in why a specific type of ideal masculinity seems to be glorified and it’s made me want to investigate who and what I worship.
By Joe Nasta | Seattle foodie poetabout a year ago in Writers
Read before summer ends
What's Up? I know how much you love summer, buddy. It's not over yet, even if you did max out your credit cards on that trip to your new favorite place and the visit to a city you don't love as much as you used to. Now that you're finally home, relax. Settle into your familiar routines of work and play. You're always hanging out with new people, but you're craving some quiet time alone. Allow it.
By Joe Nasta | Seattle foodie poetabout a year ago in Poets
Yeehaw
Mar 13, 2022 Lake City Studio Yeehaw, I’ve been sending secret messages. They’re meant to tell a story: I have been feeling a certain way for a long time but resisted. My subconscious wouldn’t let me stop talking and I was left with poems I had no control over — they said what I was afraid of saying. In my new work, I want to recognize what I truly want to communicate and more carefully express it.
By Joe Nasta | Seattle foodie poetabout a year ago in Poets
Read when you begin again
Welcome back, I saw you were having a hard time with something, even if you wouldn't tell me what it was. You handled it really well! See, you're smiling now but not that fake smile you gave me for the past two weeks every time I asked how you were feeling. Yes, I noticed. No, I'm not mad. Well ... how are you feeling?
By Joe Nasta | Seattle foodie poet2 years ago in Poets
Hello
Feb 27, 2022 Olympic Sculpture Park, Seattle Hello, The past few weeks I have been trying to rest, and my favorite way to relax is to be near the water. Last Tuesday I missed the last light rail of the night on purpose so I could walk through Pike Market and the waterfront instead of coming straight home from J.’s apartment. I had Alacrán, who was excited about the adventure. He jittered and sniffed around for a few seconds while maintaining stride, then stopped just for a few beats before I snapped my fingers to remind him that we were not on a casual stroll.
By Joe Nasta | Seattle foodie poet2 years ago in Poets
Darling
Feb 14, 2022 Capitol Hill, Seattle Darling, Do you want a love poem? I’m sending zines like Valentines and you can get one by filling out this form on my website. It might sound basic but for the past few months, I have been thinking about love! Honestly, it was exciting to realize what the strong emotions I felt could be called because I recognized them, those desires to tell a specific person something. I felt the same urges to communicate whether with a person I love or an unknown viewer or reader of an art object I create — I miss communication. The impulses feel so similar that I have even mistaken them for each other a few times (I know, embarrassing! I think about this in my book, which is on issuu). Realizing what was going on gave me an idea: I decided to lean into a particular obsession, which had reappeared exactly as it does every two years.
By Joe Nasta | Seattle foodie poet2 years ago in Poets
