Writing Prompt 10

Welcome to the tenth day of our 30/30!

Your prompt today is:


I’m starving for



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  1. D. F. 1969

    Today, I’m starving for something more
    than the single tomato squeezed
    through the strainer into the hot
    water and olive oil we will call soup.

    Want to reach out and take the pulpy
    mass and chew every last bit, double
    the little newspaper cone of fideo
    Until there will be a taste for everyone

    but I can only watch and wonder about
    the breakfast bread, broken into pieces
    and passed like some last supper before
    sending the others off to school. Where

    is the justice between wages and what
    they will buy? Oh, there will be hominy in
    the soup come Christmas Eve, but how
    will the little ones wait. The refrigerator

    hums emptily, save for some ice in a
    flat pan. There will be lemonade for
    the man of the house who comes in
    from playing soccer before he goes

    back uptown to play cards. Meanwhile
    on the corner, Malea plays out the blue
    thread and hooks it into doilies she’ll sell.
    The soup sits poorly on my stomach.


  2. 30/30, Day 10


    been starving to eat forget
    starving not to remember
    how it could have been
    before it was no more

    been starving to eat forget
    the last of those memories
    when we were the young, we
    could not see before now

    been starving to eat forget
    a morsel of already eaten
    bread, once just rising
    dough under a red dishcloth

    been starving to eat forget
    the last of that meal served
    on a table where the ugly
    gathered to share beauty

    been starving to eat forget
    that stupid picture taken
    before we knew how much
    we did not know before now


  3. away for the weekend – trying to catch up:)

    I’m starving for nothing,
    never had the need, the passion.
    I’ve hungered for so much –
    understanding, acceptance, affirmation –
    those deep, innate human hungers.
    Yet, in the midst of hunger was always plenty.
    Those simple soul desires, fairy wishes –
    for a Baskin-Robbins in the shopping center,
    a library one mile down the road,
    a faith community around the corner –
    all these wishes granted, how could I hunger?
    Unspoken daily prayers for the well-being of
    the kids, the parents, the siblings, friends, satisfied.
    Whatever indigestion rumbled in the stomach of my life,
    nigglings of hunger, foods I had no stomach for,
    my miraculous body and companion soul accepted.
    I learned to love Brussel sprouts as much as chocolate chip cookies.
    My hungers, my appetite adjusted to life’s offerings.
    I have starved for nothing.


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