Tag Archives: Garlic

E Pluribus Pesto

Posted on March 14, 2016 by Michael Procopio

The poem is pungent with sweat and salt and garlic and groins. And the dressing is no less so. Continue reading →

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Die, Vampire, Die.

Posted on August 16, 2011 by Michael Procopio

We all have our demons– ghosts that haunt us, ogres who hide under our beds, vampires that swarm around our heads. I know I’ve got them and, if you’re the least bit introspective, I know you’ve got them, too.

Or, if you happen to be one of those people completely untroubled by the monsters of self-doubt, I’d love to know how you’ve managed it, though I probably won’t believe you. Continue reading →

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