How Midwestern is this? Pigs, Morels, & Rhubarb

These are a few picks from two back-to-back events, the first being a Friday evening market; and the second being Rhubarb Fest, in which I shared a booth with the Lanesboro Arts Center. From my chair I saw rhubarb stalk-throwing, listened to the singing group Rhubarb Sisters, tasted rhubarb leather, and was visited by the Rhubarb Queen, a poet bedecked in pink and green, for a poem! More on that later, maybe… First, a poem from Friday unlike any other poem I’ve written.

Pigs

Pigs

We’re a lot alike, people and pigs.

Morels

Morels

Rhubarb (but, of course!)

Rhubarb (but, of course!)

Rambunctious

Rambunctious


Can you guess this person’s profession?

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2 thoughts on “How Midwestern is this? Pigs, Morels, & Rhubarb

  1. I just randomly found out about your insta-poetry writing when I read that piece about you in one of the local papers a few weeks back, but I couldn’t make it to the Rhubarb Festival. Are you going to be at Art in the Park by any chance? (Please, please say yes!)

  2. Thank you for your wonderfully Rhubarby Poem that filled with frills and pinkness and bubblegum! Sincerely, The Rhubarb Queen. (I am trying to get our picture to you…)

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