Author Archives: Michael Procopio

About Michael Procopio

I write about food and am very fond of Edward Gorey. And gin.

A Quiet Place

Posted on August 10, 2020 by Michael Procopio

The house next door, once vacant and more or less abandoned for years, is alive again with the sound of workmen’s saws, jackhammers, and polka music from 8 to 4. The overgrown jacaranda in their yard that used to shielded … Continue reading →

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In My Solitude

Posted on April 29, 2020 by Michael Procopio

A pair of mourning doves were fucking outside my kitchen window the other day. At the very least, they were giving it the old college try. The male fluttered his well-groomed wings from time to time to maintain an awkward … Continue reading →

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The Assholes of the Sea

Posted on March 4, 2020 by Michael Procopio

I quietly left the table, pleased by the thought that, because of my efforts, one more asshole in the world had been well and truly licked. Continue reading →

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Not Over, Easy.

Posted on January 5, 2020 by Michael Procopio

It is as comforting as it is economical, which leads me to point out that no one seemed to breakfast as cheaply as the Depression Era rich. Continue reading →

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Lamb Dressed as Mutton.

Posted on July 28, 2019 by Michael Procopio

No matter how hard you might try, you can never really get away with dressing up lamb and passing it off as mutton. Continue reading →

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Simply Astonishing: Nun’s Farts

Posted on June 20, 2019 by Michael Procopio

It was an adjective that would hang about Christina well beyond her natural days, much as the odor of transgression clung to those she both prayed for and disdained. Continue reading →

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Let’s Just Forget That Ever Happened.

Posted on April 5, 2019 by Michael Procopio

Let’s just forget these past few months ever happened, shall we? Continue reading →

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Crème de Pot

Posted on October 26, 2018 by Michael Procopio

In 2018, I am now far too old to be mixing drugs and alcohol cavalierly and have yet to secure my Election Night companionship, but I do know what I’ll be serving to those who do decide to endure this biennial ritual with me: Continue reading →

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In My Own Little Corner.

Posted on August 21, 2018 by Michael Procopio

I’m not going to worry about whether I’m the office type or not. It doesn’t matter. Continue reading →

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Hallo, Fremder.

Posted on July 24, 2018 by Michael Procopio

No one needs to live in a near-constant state of darkness unless one is, say, Scandinavian. Continue reading →

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