Países Bajos : On departure & return

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Fear not savory Países Bajos

you were not a notch on my bedpost

nor the bed on which to lay,

you, the name sake the same

Full of potential space to grow and make mistakes

In the caring paradise of your submerged marine terrains

The home to these navigating fins,

For the better part of 2 years

To it, this I gave before

resurfacing the Rivers Hudson & Bronx again


You commissioned a fortifying set of bridges

on which to reach an apex,

with little flex

Perhaps it was I who lost my way a bit

misinterpreted things in the cool air

When things were good, we were as well,

When the work had ceased

my finances tightened

A knot on a docked boat enticed by the seas

I took our glories and low maintenance attitude

The tough times assuaged by your kindness

to mean

we would never punctuate

this run on sentence we co-penned

That our friendship could uphold with generosity and understanding

perhaps I erred and took you for granted

Took our break and talk of let’s be amicable,

let’s just as per usual friends

to mean I could

ethically non-monogamously

explore other shapely lands

I placed my fingers end

To bumps of brail meaning

“that one night with your English neighbor

would be a non-issue”

That I could come jump back to the warmth of

The most uneven bed

and the curious poses of an ever-present feline friend

who welcomed my foreign sensibilities


Perhaps I should have left things

while they were still good but Id’ be wrong if I had

For some of the best times came when 12 struck on 12

Bringing balance to the mess

that was the 2016 oude jaar dag

Perhaps things would have been different had I not pressed on

confidently moving on your Irish cousin

A move I foreshadowed in my gestures and spending weeks before

A move that would cost more than those Euros converted to lbs

Though certainly her sites were intriguing,

they could not have held a lekker drop to your candles wick

But by then it was too late,

you had changed the locks to your door

You had asked security to the gate,

Though familiar and kind they were

I was set aside non-book

paperless with unknown intentions

I couldn’t even have others speak on my behalf

Those who wanted to, could not,

those who could,

did not have control

They defaulted to the laws of your lands

I couldn’t’ fault them for my own debt

I just wish I got to dui dui properly

But even still, you had the best of your southern

& northern families collect my things

their kindness had no limits, nor an ask in my need


Indeed, I got the welcome back note

Forgiving my inept mistake

And when I return, will make warm embrace

To your folk, And cold drinks over our jovial reunions

With kindred neighbors who never left

With talks we didn’t get to have

Over kaas and bier, warm drink,

whose tastes I haven’t had in far too long


While I know things have changed between us

Know I still hold you in strong, warm regards

That a little bit of you goes with me

And when I bike in the cool breeze

will reminisce of your lessons over the grachts,

the memories from dancing pleins, het strant, grotemarkts

and rest of the low lands below the seas


Notes: (Dutch to English)

Kaas : Cheese

Bier :   water …:P,  Beer

Dui : informal goodbye

Gracht : Canal


The Perigee in Rotterdam

Remnants of the past once lit our path

Beneath the industrial ceiling of a mouth with a constrained chew

The canals we rapidly travel through

In the jaw of plastic and glass

Receded in comfortable seats of our hard blue teeth

With tooth and foot we move readily

to mu and shu pork beats.

Where the dam meets the port

From this booth we absorb

Encouraging architectural sites

Mais je ne peux pas vous voir!*


The 80’s confidence of one veloured-leg exposed

on tafel unashamedly strewn

Red bean, cronut, local appeltaart were

Foreshadowing better things to come

But unbeknownst, to you, a lasso was hastily fastened

Whose absurd length pin balls around table legs

To the gentle grips of hands coalescing

slowly roping you in again, Perigee 😉





Perigee is the name for when the moon is at its closets point in orbit to the Earth

(NL) tafel : table // Appeltaart : Apple Pie

*(FR) Need to verify: Mais je ne peux pas vous voir! = But I can not see you


Ode to Speculaas in Junot Diaz prose

Knowing you used to bother me,

You this smooth 90s R&B

You this Italian eccentricity

You this pasta of passion

You this tannish beauty

It crushed us,

my ego and me

To know that we can have only

a small to medium scoop of you,

Over an unpredictable number of  weeks

Anything more we had to let go

To accept this was difficult

And at times it came out

In lengthy notes to Ferrero*,

To them I angrily wrote

” You have time to share, but you are selfishly withholding her”

I then outlined a terrible analogy

“If everything was a race to Atlantis, and she was an ocean mammal. A dolphin would have beaten her to the underwater society”

Perhaps Ferrero was too focused on other things

Perhaps you were a penguin in that analogy

Perhaps I was wrong about you in several ways

First I mistook that it took

Hazelnuts and cocoa to make you

2nd I was off on how much effort it takes to start

Your path on rough roads and over setbacks

To all the way to where you want to go & next 🎈

Perhaps ignorant I have also been

To not see beyond the label printed

To not have seen the obvious difference

You are not for everyone

You are not Nutella

You are Speculaas

You are Speculoos

with bits of Almond

Your flavor and design especially distinct

Sprinkled on the globe but rarely seen

Brown sugar with an unapologetic cinnamon sambal

Strongly Crunchy when cold

Soft when warm

Sensitively sweet compared to other sugar covered things

A mix of traits that I’ve grown to quite like

So Knowing you doesn’t bother me anymore

Knowing you only makes me feel better actually

A bit of you lightly shared

Even over salty crackers and stale bread

Brings natural delight to the day

Motivated for hours without a care for a break

Like a favorite film that plays on TV 📺

I have grown to appreciate the commercials over time

Looking forward to the main movie still

but doing my thing in-between each scene

Just know I will continue to check for what’s in-store

know that I appreciate you more than I did

know I will continue to grow and believe you will too

know that if I still check you despite these changes,

It’s out of love for the you I’ve come to know

know I am grateful for every spoon

Know I look forward to many more

You still smooth like 90s R&B

You this Dutch eccentricity

You this pasta of passion

You this caramelized beauty

You this Speculaas


Learn about Speculaas and Speculoos here

Learn about Sambal here

*Ferrero, is an Italian company, they are the ones behind Nutella and yes Ferreror Rocher