3810 Pringle pieces slideDown the tube toward my mouth—Pitch of them rising Share:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Standard
3748 Empty Pringles canTopples from the table withThat happy plonk sound Share:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Standard
3348 Hotel QuarantineDay 3: Haggis flavored (leansInto lingo) “crisps” Share:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Standard
3155 Dust of tortillaChips on my plate, not a traceOf guacamole Share:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Standard
2372 Half-melted mint chips Engulfed in chocolate cookies Engulfed in my mouth Share:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Standard
2083 Passport photos, chips, Two pounds of pristine pre-sliced Mozzarella cheese Share:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Standard
Ten Thousand Haiku 