A twiglet is a short phrase. Its aim is to “prompt” thought. A memory. If something comes to mind, write. A polished piece isn’t the goal; creativity is. Leave a link, if you’d like your work read, but comments should not be expected.
My son gave me an air fryer for my birthday, and this Twiglet and your poem match up perfectly. I’d fried some chicken thighs in it, and I was amazed how much fat rendered from them.
After the hot wings of sleep –
dreams, beeping in the fryolator –
your Chicken Little faith in the sky
falling into place –
the road,
a cross to bear.
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This is toooo clever!
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LOLOL! Thanks!!!
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My son gave me an air fryer for my birthday, and this Twiglet and your poem match up perfectly. I’d fried some chicken thighs in it, and I was amazed how much fat rendered from them.
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I can imagine!
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[…] Twiglet chicken fat […]
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I went a little Cajun? In the Right Quarter of Town
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“Alzzy covered ugly chicken
feet with glitter and used ‘em
like magic wands.” — great!
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My mother-in-law claimed chicken fat was an arthritis cure.
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Perhaps just the action of rubbing helped (and the fat just made it easier).
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Happy October, Twigs!
http://purplepeninportland.com/2019/10/02/chicken-fat/
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Love the race between Chicken Skinny and Chicken Fat. LOL!
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Thanks, q!
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Chicken skinny and chicken fat (haaaarhaaar!)
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I have so much fun with these.
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I’m glad. ❤️
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[…] for The Twiglets […]
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https://joem18b.wordpress.com/2019/10/02/haiku-244/
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https://alltagspanorama.wordpress.de/2019/10/04/the-rainbow/
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https://alltagspanorama.wordpress.de/2019/10/04/the-rainbow/
Yesterday, provinding the link somehow didn’t work out … maybe it does tonight.
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Enjoyed this one.
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