Hey, here is my annual poem about the Southern version of the good luck New Year’s dinner. I’m off to make the cornbread and peas. Wishing you all a happy, healthy and fun New Year! ❤


On this New Year’s Day
I will provide
A fragile parchment map
Fail-safe guide
For Nevo Bersh Baxt
Roaming a sky
Lit in fire-crackered smoke
My coordinates:
Northern Hemisphere
Eastern US Coast
Southern Region
Western Peninsula
Dear New Year’s Luck
Zero in on me
And my friends and family
Midnight Major Arcana reading
Without cards
Just generated random numbers
Too old for meaningful predictions
I mean,
Who needs to see
Although the true meanings are
And there it is
Number 10
Wheel of Fortune
So as a Southerner
For the last quarter century or more
I lovingly prepare
The lucky dinner
Black-eye peas
Collard greens
“Alternate” protein and
Corn bread stuffed with
Poblano and honey
Let this be a
Healthy year
Strong year
Intelligent year
Sweet year
Bring to me and mine
Zero in on a straight line
X marks the spot on my roof

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  1. Mmm, now what did I say a year ago? Hahaha. So much symbolism at the end of year. I think it makes sense, to wish ourselves and others good things in the year to come, with the hope that the lovingly prepared meal will serve as a symbolic model for the year. Admittedly the way it is celebrated here in Sydney might presage a lack of sobriety … 😸


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